Another step closer

We're almost halfway closer, though arguably more than half is over. Before we know it, the seemingly perpetual journey is going to just end just like this. I can't wait to get over Math tomorrow. Not that I dislike Math, but tomorrow I am so going to slack the entire day. Weekends for two subjects left, which are spread out (very stupidly) in one entire week.

The only dramatic thing that happened this week was somewhat the very timely failure of my graphic calculator. As anyone would know, doing A levels Math without a GC is no joke, it's like walking without legs, flying without wings and shitting without toilet paper, yes along those lines. I remembered I kept about 4 spare batteries for GC in my red crumpler bag and somehow when I checked to make sure they were there, they weren't! It was so last minute I didn't have time to get spare batteries. I thought I'd be fine. My trusty GC will not die on me at such a critical moment, I thought. After all during physics, it worked fine. However, I had this irking feeling that something wrong was going to happen, and the battery life was not right. I don't know how true is this but somehow when my handphone is low on battery, I don't feel good carry it in my pocket. When it's fully charged, I feel invigorated, empowered, somehow by the full battery. It's psychological. But somehow I felt there was something mystically wrong with my GC. I had this stupid irking feeling, so palpable that I actually had to tell myself that it would be too untimely for it to fail at the last minute.

If the GC is running out of battery, it would force one not to be able to clear memory (procedure before exam). I've heard after this point, it doesn't last long (not enough for 3 hours). A math paper is 3 hours long, there was about 5 minutes to the commencement of the paper. And there was when I tried to reset and my GC did not allow me to. It gave me the memory low screen. I was tossed between two choices which could determine the fate of the paper. Remain seated, or make the dash to the staffroom.

In my heart I knew there was only a slim chance whereby there would be a teacher at the staffroom, let alone Math teachers. GP teachers here aren't that rich to buy a GC to calculate their student's results (though probably sufficient with two hands and ten fingers). So I somehow made it to the general office and they had this spare GC rental going on. I think there were teachers with GC at standby. I was so relieved. I got this grey GC (too bad, grey, ominous colour, unlike the peaceful blue cover I use to stare at to gather inspiration when I'm stuck). I made the four level dash up the stairs and arrived back at my seat on the dot. Thank God, I felt really blessed at that point. Somehow.

It was no joke starting a math paper whilst coated with perspiration. But it was somewhat a consolation that if even such desperate situations can be overcome, so can any question in the paper.

It may not be that dramatic. Neither will it trigger seismic detectors. But it will be a cute little desperate, relieving experience in my memory. (which is only temporary, sadly).

Back to the point, Math paper 2 is tomorrow morning. C'mon, time, hasten your pace.