During my first morning meeting, (one of many) I wrote down in my notebook ‘2008/09/08′ and thought to myself, today is going to be a good day. (Obviously right, what 8th days are not good?)
Anyhoo, we had a super huge lunch. I cannot explain how huge, but I actually ate rice (big deal) and I did this because I knew that I’d be playing Tennis today. Note: I’ve noticed what a significant difference it makes when I don’t just eat yoghurt for lunch.
I checked online that Murray beat Nadal, YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOO FEDERER! So I was in an extremely high energy tennis mood, despite this, the weather didn’t agree with me. Dark and grey cloudy skies.
Tennis was good and fun, I borrowed my brother’s Prince racket, so I assumed that it would be magical and transform my ground strokes to power ripping shots. Needless to say, the power and skill lies in the player.
I felt the first drop of rain on my skin, immediately glanced to Dad, and said, “Dad, It’s raining!” He waved and smiled and told me to finish the basket (we hired a tennis hitter). I felt like…if I remember correctly…the Gross-Jean Vs Roddick match at Wimbledon, when it was raining and obviously dark and they just kept on playing, until Gross-Jean slipped and cursed the umpire. We ended tennis 5 minutes later.
Went to the gym, had a body aching work out, and then did 8 amazing minutes of grocery shopping (the type where I’m sliding and running down aisles)…Had a happy chat with Mom and Dad on the way home…
And here it comes…we get home, I see my LSE exam results in an envelope on the coffee table.
WHAT A GOOD DAY TO RECEIVE EXAM RESULTS!!! The gods must be shining on me!!
I got Greg, Mom and Dad to stand behind me while I opened it.
Pulled out the white paper…took a look at the results….
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Let’s just say that something is wrong with the LSE exam markers, because not to sound like the most prissy perfectionist bitch in the world…BUT..I did not deserve those grades. I’m an honest and realistic student, I work hard and usually after every exam I can accurately guess my result with a margin of +/- 3 points. Not TWENTY FIVE!!
I seriously believe something went wrong with the marking, or maybe that the Bangkok British Council (damn them!) did not submit all the booklets I wrote.
One thing I will never get to shake off: Picture this scenario. – A moment of after the Management exam -
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I’ve written 3 booklets.
The invigilator has no string to tie them together. I ask her to go to her room to get it…
Sloppy Invigilator..tugging the booklets..: No it’s okay, I will do it for you when I go inside the office.
Me..grip tight…: No, I rather you bring it here please so I can see it tied together
Sloppy Invigilator..tug tug…: No no no, don’t worry, I will do it for you.
Me: Sure? (smiling)
Sloppy Invigilator: Yes
Me..iron strong hold…: Are you sure? (cringing)
Sloppy Invigilator..final big pull..: Yes very sure (agitated but smiling. that’s Thailand, service with a bitter smile)
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Me now: Blogging in anger and with regrets.
Boo.
BOO!
To all UOL/LSE External exam takers, heed my advice:
1. Always write down the exact question numbers that you submitted on your exam booklet, and in your journal/notebook for safe keeping after the exam.
2. Always check and double check your candidate number and all those other nitty gritty details.
3. Always stare at the invigilator collecting the exam paper.
4. Always MAKE SURE THOSE DAMN BOOKLETS ARE TIED TOGETHER WHEN YOU SUBMIT!!!!
After a very sweet pep talk with my parents, and with some friends. I know i know that the exam results are not a reflection of myself (by far). And at the end of the day, I am graduating LSE with Bsc in Accounting and Finance with a Second Upper classification.
Dad says, “it’s a step away from 1st class”. I said, EXACTLY! I was so upset that I cried. As I was wiping the tears from my cheeks, I hear a voice in my head: “Oh, so you are a typical type A, aren’t ya?” (a very wise friend said this exact sentence to me a few months back when she was visiting)
Yes. I am an overachiever. I am EXPECTED TO OVERACHIEVE.
Thus why, September 8th 2008 goes down in history as a downright disappointing day.
Bah humbug.
