Epic LAME

So much for studying Photoelectric effect and Quantum tunneling. I think anyone who has no clue on Quantum can safely still score in P2,P3 of Physics. Cambridge is so cunning. They make the absence of Quantum physics SO evident and obvious in paper 3, misleading everyone. Not to mention, they tested Nuclear twice and not a single hint of Quantum is to be found. I am freaking pissed not because I only studied Quantum for Paper 2, but it is well, my more comfortable chapter of the syllabus. Quantum is quite a big chunk, isn't it.

The first paper so far in A'levels that scored a little more on that little damage scale. Data based questions were weird, and the tremendous lack of time aggravates the situation. C'mon, the aftermath was unsettling. But again, I think (and hope), it's not only me. I finished the paper with weird answers towards the end. For most that I did (and assumed was right), I never looked at it again. Misleading paper 3, life is not a bed of roses huh. Great, understood.

It's okay, optimism ameliorates the stress, agony or whatsoever. After all, Physics P2 is the most dreaded paper. It is almost a time chase, a speed battle, and a battle for one's sanity. There was nothing much to be prepared for, the data based questions were more of a test of common sense, or maybe physic's senses, or whatever you may call it. It was not a good paper, (for once), but I think it did not go that bad. Well, it's over. :) The usual saying goes.

And in addition, I was almost late for the paper. The problem of committing information to one's memory. I memorized the wrong time of the paper (just like how I always memorize the wrong notes on the piano). I remembered 2PM as 2:30PM. and I only reached the exam venue when they were already resetting the GC. It was another mad rush for time in my dad's car, every traffic light drew me insane. And then.

My dad crashed a taxi's butt at the traffic light. That lame taxi refused to move, and my dad didn't noticed it was not moving despite the lights turning green. So forward he moved, and bang it went. Damage was minimal, but the cab driver was perplexed, and frustrated. Not good, our fault. So much for rushing. That was about 2-3 minutes to the school and about 5 minutes away from the start of the paper. Been sometime since the legendary adrenaline rush overwhelmed me.

My dad told the driver that he will be back to settle it, and thankfully the driver somewhat agreed. (it was settled as I did the paper). This will teach me a lesson, never to commit too much to memory. I have good memory, and a good confidence in my memory. But that does not mean I memorize the right thing.

Two dramatic events already happened during this two week of examinations. Things that can happen never fail to amuse me.

Oh well. So much for drama. After much introspection, the obsession and frenzy I am experiencing is probably because I feel as though I owe myself something. That is why I work doubly hard to repay what I denied myself of. It's my own fault, and now I have to repay, to compensate for the lost time. That is why I am go agitated, so initiated, so empowered. The love for challenges and to overcome challenges is another issue itself. This is one of the many factors that I have overlooked.

Very soon, A'levels will end. Just three more papers. Chemistry is tomorrow. They better not pull off another "epic LAME" paper.

I feel that the surfeit of whines, dissatisfactions and agony on people's MSN nick pertaining to today's paper somewhat is a GREAT consoling factor.