the Marathon of Emotions
Why that title? You ask.
It was only last Sunday when I parted with my camp life which I had been living with for the past two and a half months. Living behind all my dear friends, dorm mates, teachers and instructors alike, wasn’t easy, obviously. It was hard especially, to deal with the sudden change of environment. My mind was experiencing the inertia phenomenon, hesitating to let go of it’s attachments to my camp life. The sudden break from routine lifestyle was hard to accept.
Without mercy, the Board of Examinations decided to release the SPM 2006 results the very next day. I remember sitting on my study table that morning, thinking of all the things me and my friends did during NS while other 18 year-olds nationwide are struggling to pass time before the 10am results release. Little did I worry about the results which were coming out in a few hours. At that time, my mind was still drifting between camp and real life. I wasn’t ready to face the results. Not because I was afraid, but more of that I did not care.
Whatever will be, will be, I thought. I can’t even remember how I did in the exams, which subject I was initially worried for and which I was confident for and so on. I wasn’t until the moment my dad droved into the school gates, looking at the expressions of those walking out where I started to get nervous. I disembarked and walked boldly towards the moment of truth.
Nonetheless, I was satisfied with my results. Although they were not really up to the ‘I’ll get scholarships for sure!’ mark, it was already more than I had expected. Dad was OK with it, and mum, she even tried to console me in case I was dejected..!
So, I spent the rest of the day informing relatives and friends alike of my results, with routine replies of ‘Congrats!’ ‘Well done’ and whatnot. And also asking around my circle of friends for their results and plans ahead.
That afternoon itself, I flew to Kuala Lumpur to see mum before I could really analyse and think about my results. Yeah, I was glad to meet mum again, after three weeks. Relatives commented that I had put on a few more layers of tan, which I took as a compliment. While my lil cousins saw me as a huge soft toy, curiously stroking my shaved head.
And now, a week later, I’m back home. Life’s made a boring turn though. I called up my driving instructor this afternoon to arrange for my driving course, finally. As such, I will be attending some sort of driving class this Saturday after which, I’ll get to drive for the first time. After waiting for my birthday and later, National Service, I’m finally on my way for a driving license.
Until then, wish me luck!