Looking at my student's post it, I remembered my experience in surviving PMR. Slaying hours after hours in front of books, and exercises, and my father vicious yet so caring threats.
You know, I worked harder for my SRP (yes, I am that old) than I did for my SPM. I would like to blame it on the fact that I hated the school I was in, but I should know better, shouldn't I?
But that doesn't change the fact that I fucked up my SPM in a major way. Hehehe.
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You know, I worked harder for my SRP (yes, I am that old) than I did for my SPM. I would like to blame it on the fact that I hated the school I was in, but I should know better, shouldn't I?
But that doesn't change the fact that I fucked up my SPM in a major way. Hehehe.
I never worked hard for my PMR, the revelation on the important of education came to me a bit later, hehehe. Well, we turned out not bad what... :p
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