I’ve prepared tissues to cry today. Before I get my result I already started to cry liao!
The brilliant light was blinding, almost intimidating. A moment of hesitancy ensued, as many of Miss Loi’s charges still clung on to the disbelief that they now stood in awe before the white Gates of Salvation.
But take that final step they must, for the countless hours of sweat and tears and joss sticks sessions were certainly not meant for them to merely come here to watch a fireworks display, but to receive the Mathematical Nirvana that for many once seemed so distant.
And one by one they did, allowing themselves to be consumed by the light and finally casting the scourge that is the LMBFH Syndrome into the fiery pit of purgatory, fulfilling their destinies of Mathematical Salvation at last and emerging with the promised tears of joy.
1 for Emath and 2 for Amath. Damn amazing! I totally didn’t expect it at all!
Despite having the monthly bill of her sms doubling in just over two hours, the High Priestess is once again mighty proud of ALL her charges. For it was through THEIR EFFORTS that 100% managed to attain improvements in their grades, and that for those who took double Maths 78% achieved BOTH distinctions.
ALL of you have made Miss Loi proud!
And to counter the perception that tutors only promote their best students and ‘cull’ the weak, like what a certain principal allegedly did, it gives Miss Loi great pleasure to feel EVEN more proud of her group of supposedly ‘weaker’ single Maths students, the hardcore amongst the Last-Minute Buddha Foot Huggers in the terminal stage of the disease, whom 70% made the jump from F9 to at least a B4.
我拿到B4! 我从来没有拿过那么高分!
Oh she remembers the dark wintry night when many of you, ravaged by the disease and showing the terrifying symptoms of scoring less than 10% in every exam, being last in your level, having never done a full math paper before, knocked on the Temple Gates in a final plea for salvation, some slipping through (while Miss Loi was still putting on her makeup) as late as one month before the start of the Great War.
You. Yes you, many of whom were labelled “hopeless” and those with the “poorest of the poor grades” by your peers, by your supposed educators who abandoned and left you for dead, and most often or not by yourself.
Thanks to YOUR efforts, perseverance and determination, you finally broke free of the imaginary chains that bind you, ensuring that those late, late nights of thick joss sticks smoke choking the whole of Novena were worth it in the end.
I’m crying now because my frens couldn’t stay in the same JC as me!
So it’s happy endings once more, and time for the small matter of deciding where to go next.
For those of you who may be regretting or feeling emo on missing out on a certain course or institution due to a less than ideal aggregate score, peer pressure or otherwise, do understand that ultimately your future is always in your grasp and it’s up to you to make the best of it. A cheong hei Miss Loi shall repeat again that “one exam simply does not and will NOT determine your entire future and what you do in your lifetime“.
10 years down the road, you might just look back and realise how trivial all this can be.
The next step you take is always more important than the previous step you left behind.
