An Aspect of NUS High
yo dudes... gahhhx. alright, mr valles wants me to do an article on my opinion of NUS High (just any aspect will do) and i'm suffering from severe mental block now... after laughing my head off about the indian accented imitation of richard gere that vardini is doing... XD
MUAHAHAH. shall i talk about exams? friends? mugging for exams with friends? yeah. maybe. cool :) yupp, and shall get some inspiration from dylan's article about how to stretch time. Maybe i'll borrow the title, yeah? Maybe. Thanks. And perhaps, it'll seem a little too much like plagiarism... >.<
How to Stretch Time - An Opinionated Story
By Ada Ngo, M06102
Today. It is the second Chemistry test for the module. I am sitting on the concourse, frowning helplessly at the series of notes splayed out on the floor in front of me.
Belinda is smiling confidently and positively at her chemical equations, her correct answers doing nothing less than boosting her already swollen ego. That, however, is of no help to the rest of us.
Twirl. Drop. Twirl. Drop. Twirl. Catch. Somehow, the hypnotic spinning my Pilot G-2 0.7 seems to assist in my short-term memory. If only I had paid attention to the teacher's presentation on Memory Tips yesterday. Ouch.
"Charge One cations - SPCASMH - Sodium, Potassium, Copper (I), Ammonium, Silver, Mercury (I), Hydrogen." Heidi rattles off effortlessly. SPCASMH? How many people can think of pneumonics like that? For one, I know that I can't.
The time seems to crawl. I glance through all my already tattered notes, my mind already drifting from the chemical formulas.
Belinda. She is undoubtedly prolific in every single subject. Perhaps, it was her method of studying, reading the formulas aloud over and over and over again. And perhaps, too, it was the fact that she never daydreamed during lessons. It was a miracle how she could accomplish that feat when we were struggling to keep our eyes open.
Heidi. She is just another nutter, but when it comes down to studies, she can get serious. Really serious.
Serene. She can nearly up to the standard of Belinda; many a time, complimenting her on her memory work, we have joked that she had bought Einstein's brain on Amazon.com.
Bernadine tosses her file down and declares that she knows she is just going to fail the module. I look up and our eyes meet. We share the same sentiments.
5 different people - 5 different study methods. And after all, we may still do equally well in the exam. Who knows? For now, though, it is still fanatical mugging for the test.
Outside, on the field, where the pale sun glints from behind a veil of haze, the guys from our class are playing soccer. They have their methods. For them, it is to de-stress first. Yet, there is an element of unease in their game, exchanged glances, worried looks. The tension before the exam appears to have shrouded even the most relaxed of the students.
Even the president of the Slackers Committee is mugging now.
The bell rings. We pick our bags up simultaneously.
"Hi Mag. Hi Desmond. Hi Janice."
The threesome head down from the fourth floor, Mag and Janice waving enthusiastically. They are more than prepared for the test. We stroll toward the chemistry lab in silence; the tension and stress hanging over us.
The test begins. I unconciously glance at my watch. Five minutes have passed since the beginning of this composition.
This is how you stretch time.
*yayy* this is the end... and im so sorry, so much of it seems exactly like dylan's compo... gahx. well, anyway, this concludes it... :) and dylan, dont scold me. :)
MUAHAHAH. shall i talk about exams? friends? mugging for exams with friends? yeah. maybe. cool :) yupp, and shall get some inspiration from dylan's article about how to stretch time. Maybe i'll borrow the title, yeah? Maybe. Thanks. And perhaps, it'll seem a little too much like plagiarism... >.<
How to Stretch Time - An Opinionated Story
By Ada Ngo, M06102
Today. It is the second Chemistry test for the module. I am sitting on the concourse, frowning helplessly at the series of notes splayed out on the floor in front of me.
Belinda is smiling confidently and positively at her chemical equations, her correct answers doing nothing less than boosting her already swollen ego. That, however, is of no help to the rest of us.
Twirl. Drop. Twirl. Drop. Twirl. Catch. Somehow, the hypnotic spinning my Pilot G-2 0.7 seems to assist in my short-term memory. If only I had paid attention to the teacher's presentation on Memory Tips yesterday. Ouch.
"Charge One cations - SPCASMH - Sodium, Potassium, Copper (I), Ammonium, Silver, Mercury (I), Hydrogen." Heidi rattles off effortlessly. SPCASMH? How many people can think of pneumonics like that? For one, I know that I can't.
The time seems to crawl. I glance through all my already tattered notes, my mind already drifting from the chemical formulas.
Belinda. She is undoubtedly prolific in every single subject. Perhaps, it was her method of studying, reading the formulas aloud over and over and over again. And perhaps, too, it was the fact that she never daydreamed during lessons. It was a miracle how she could accomplish that feat when we were struggling to keep our eyes open.
Heidi. She is just another nutter, but when it comes down to studies, she can get serious. Really serious.
Serene. She can nearly up to the standard of Belinda; many a time, complimenting her on her memory work, we have joked that she had bought Einstein's brain on Amazon.com.
Bernadine tosses her file down and declares that she knows she is just going to fail the module. I look up and our eyes meet. We share the same sentiments.
5 different people - 5 different study methods. And after all, we may still do equally well in the exam. Who knows? For now, though, it is still fanatical mugging for the test.
Outside, on the field, where the pale sun glints from behind a veil of haze, the guys from our class are playing soccer. They have their methods. For them, it is to de-stress first. Yet, there is an element of unease in their game, exchanged glances, worried looks. The tension before the exam appears to have shrouded even the most relaxed of the students.
Even the president of the Slackers Committee is mugging now.
The bell rings. We pick our bags up simultaneously.
"Hi Mag. Hi Desmond. Hi Janice."
The threesome head down from the fourth floor, Mag and Janice waving enthusiastically. They are more than prepared for the test. We stroll toward the chemistry lab in silence; the tension and stress hanging over us.
The test begins. I unconciously glance at my watch. Five minutes have passed since the beginning of this composition.
This is how you stretch time.
*yayy* this is the end... and im so sorry, so much of it seems exactly like dylan's compo... gahx. well, anyway, this concludes it... :) and dylan, dont scold me. :)
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Hey hi there timetraveller ;) I happened to stumble across your blog when I was searching for the scores for a song called "Eternity~Memories of Light and Waves", haha, and somehow your nick caught my attention. hehe, so I snooped around...and managed to chance upon some of the stuff you've written, and it striked me that a book which I've once read many years ago would make an interesting read for you. The book is by Christopher Pike: Starlight Crystal. hmm, thinking abt that, you might also want to try The End of Eternity by Isaac Assimov. Both would make somewhat interesting reading for you ;) I hope you enjoy it~
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