99%

Pressing the ENTER key has never been this horrifying. Thank goodness the website was so fast that the page just loaded like lightning, slamming my results in my face mercilessly before I can even feel the pressure of the breath I've been holding building in my lungs.

I exhaled automatically as I scanned through my grades. That was it. The end-product of my supposedly 18-month Pre-U course which took a tiny bit more than 16 months, the golden ticket to my future. It's funny how we let a 5-row table on our computer screen tell us what we can and cannot be, how we let it determine what we are allowed to do in the next 4 to 5 years of our lives. But it's reality. 

I'm happy with what I've achieved, although my mother seem to think that I'm too easily satisfied and I could have done better. Yes, 89 could be 90. I could have gotten stronger A*'s than my borderline ones. And of course, if I've done a little bit more past years and be a little bit more careful, I would've gotten straight A*'s. And if my neurones had developed better when I was in her womb, and was fed more milk when I was an infant, I could have gotten full score and be the best candidate in my region, or even complete my degree before I was even legal. Somebody needs to teach my mom to be able to smile and be happy with whatever she has. 

Truth be told, I'm fairly proud of  myself and my college mates, for managing to make it through despite all the nonsense we've been put through at the start of the course, for being bold enough to continue, knowing that we have less than a year to rush through the entire CIE syllabus, because we spent 5 months rocking and wondering in the labyrinth of Edexcel. It was tough, but we did it anyways. 

And yesterday, at 1.01pm, I was 99% done with college. The 1% being a (quite) unproductive graduation day as it will not change or affect anything at all. Oh, and I haven't gotten my deposit back yet. Okay maybe that is worth more than 1%. 

College was shorter than I imagined. It was fun, exciting, but also involved a very vast amount of stress and being a total mugger (especially for the last 5 months thanks to A2). Nonetheless, there were so many memories to be kept, and I owe it all to the people I met, and the people I've already known who moved on to college with me. The stories, the scenes that can still make me smile when recalled, the lessons learnt, I owe it all to my friends, my classmates, and of course my family of 1.5 years. It was indeed an experienced to be remembered. I couldn't ask for better people to spend this chapter of my life with.

*smiles and closes file*