It was sweltering hot, as we walked from the bus stop to get receive our fate. Many of my friends had already been conscripted to the military or police, and seeing their botak heads felt weird as I touched my intact hair. Thank God for the May batch. Reuniting with friends made in JC was a welcome relief from the tension felt building up as I thought about the results release. As the school speakers blared out the instructions for us J3s to get into the hall to receive our fates, I groaned as I dragged myself to the familiar spot assigned to my class.
In the hall, I saw many like me, anxious as heck. Perhaps, I might not be the only one who did not prepare properly for the A levels. Then it was the routine stuff again, ecarrers talk, top students, formalities and statistics. After all these, it was the moment we were waiting for. The teacher called out my name, and gave me materials to look at before revealing my results. It was shocking though, that my General Paper got a E despite me being poor in that subject. Meanwhile, my other subjects were sufficient to enter the local universities but not much courses to pick from.
"Good enough for me already, thank God sia" I thought to myself.
However, as I turned around to see people in the school hall, I saw many teary faces and I could not help but feel sad for these people as I knew how it feels to be getting scores below your expectations despite the effort. The same thing happened to me back in O levels, when I worked my butt off everyday in sec 4 but got a miserable score compared to my effort.
So I walked past these teary faces, I felt pain for them and really wished that I could comfort them, but I just didn't know what to do. Well, I can only hope for the best alternative options for them, while I hastily thanked my teachers for their patience with me before leaving with my JC friends to have lunch one last time.
This was how results day occurred for me.
