Crazy groupies
It has been the craziest of weeks. Alright, so technically its only been the 2nd week of hols. Yet pretty eventful, until it has got my body tired without me realising. Training has been daily at 8am. Waking up is the hardest part worse than training itself. Once I've conquered the sleepy hormones that tell me to snooze just a little bit more in bed, I'm up and ready for the day.
Bear with my ranting, providing minute details of the week. Tuesday saw Jon fly off to Manchester to study medicine. It seemed like just a while ago that he announced his application to the U. Probably a year and half ago. But time didnt give us much to wait for and he left with Aunty Elizabeth, Tuesday Night. Matt is left alone at home. Not exactly...considering that his Ahma and uncle are staying with him but alone nontheless. What with his dad in China, brother and mom in Manchester, hes left in singapore to fight the prelims. A lonely affair, which I think he feels but tries not to show. :
Wednesday and yst was ferrying to and fro home, school and Aloha Loyang. Guess that tired me out pretty much. Sleeping at 1 or 2am and waking up at 7 for training and then hopping onto the bus to down town east. Travelling sure makes you tired.
On top of everything, results were released wednesday afternoon. I received an sms, opening it thinking that it was one of the team mates or class groupies only to find myself staring in horror at B's and C's, wondering if they had sent it to the correct student. I had to double check the matrix number. I was my grades alright. Staring at me from the phone screen. I couldnt help but give a yell of surprise and shock in the library. Thankfully there was only Josh around and that got him prepared for his own grades which he received right after mine.
I swear that receiving results via sms can give you a heartattack. I'ved deproved. Not a single distinction or A. Dang. B's and C's. What in the world. C's arent exactly welcomed in my report card. They make it look really ugly, like coffee stains on your Jodi Picoult story book. The realisation of my grades settled in only an hour later, on the bus to the chalet. I was making frantic/excited calls to various coursemates to check if I was the only one who had thrown away the chance to maintain DHL and graduate with a diploma with Merit.
3.57 to 3.41. Totally unacceptable. Thank God for second chances, second semesters.
Targets:
Culinary Science- A
Service Skills Methodology- B+
Meetings, Incentives, Conventions and Exhibitions-A
Festivals and events Management-B+
Management ACCOUNTING AND FINANCE-B
