In Episode : Examination.
I always love memories. I always remember them. Keep them with me like forever. And in order for me to cement in my brain-memory-Iog, I always tell people and write it up. That is one of the main reason I have a blog in the first place. I was actually keep picturing that someday one of my writing will be analyzed in language point of view. Remember when we sit for English in primary and secondary where we need to extract info from the article then use it to answer the question on the paper? One of the many articles normally would be extracted from a story, just like this heeee..
Everytime there was an announcement of public examination or the result, I always taken to fly back to where I was during that public examination myself. Honestly, I was always nervous when it comes to examination. But it never scared me even though I knew I would fail in this or that particular paper. I remember during my bachelor degree year, I won’t even bother if I fail. Once I tried to fail one of paper on Electronics subject by sending empty paper (actually I did answer few questions, but I know that was not enough) but somehow I managed to get C on that paper which really made me disappointed. Perhaps, my lecturer on that subject didn’t want to see my face in her class again or she just the type of didn’t-have-the-heart-to-simply-failed-the-student. Why I tried to fail that paper? Because I know I would do better the next time with the same lecturer and I didn’t have much time to do revision the night before because of the mounting load of having a whole week of exam! That time I have to take 3 papers in just 48 hours straight! That semester’s exam was a nightmare and my head was aching like hell.
I remember sitting for my UPSR, my seat was among the front line in the hall. Maybe I have gone through two trials beforehand; the real examination was like another day of monthly test to me. I am talking about the pressure of the exam, I am not writing this to show off just because I got well in it. Standard 6 pupils were normally place in a class where it was actually an examination hall but with a big partition to divide 4 classes. So when the examination came, the partition will be open and all the tables and chairs were position nicely. I still remember the small park we used to play and eating snacks during break. It was full with plants and oh ya there was also bicycles parking place. We always know who was late for school because we had a clear view from our class. I was very certain that I did well in English that time because I find the paper was a piece of cake compared to both trial papers (we had trial examination twice).
During my PMR, I got flu on the first day of exam. I remember sleeping on the desk in the hall (well I always easily fallen asleep when I am stuck at the chair for more than half an hour hahaha) during Bahasa Melayu and English Language paper. I remember how my friends were worried about me that time. They thought I didn’t manage to answer all the questions, hardly they knew that I completed the paper before I fall asleep. I didn’t told them that. I am afraid they will less sympathy for me who keep sneezing loudly that time. My body was like on fire. I remember I was being separated from my friend because of that flu. But the next day, I asked the teacher on guard to let me be with my friends because I felt so bored alone and keep coming from quick nap hahah. I was free from flu just right after the final day of the examination. Well, I thought, if I didn’t get straight A’s, I know to whom to put the blame ;-p
My SPM examination was very eventful. I remember wearing inai (a red paint made from inai leaves or henna) when actually we should spent that time studying. The exam was 3-4 weeks long and we were the last to finish our paper because of Yang diPertuan Agong death in the week that we were preparing for Arabic paper. We sat our SPM in Ramadhan. So it was actually very fun overall because before iftar, we could go to the Ramadhan Bazaar (with our family, of course) and during that time I learnt on how to eat Yong Tau Foo. My roommates love it very much and they like to have it during iftar every day until I lost my appetite to that dish. The night before the first paper start, after terawih solah, all of us went to the examination hall, sat at our own place, to feel what it is like to sit for the examination. Actually, I was in daily school, but we do have hostel for students who stayed too far from the school. I applied to stay at the hostel so that I would be able to study peacefully, without any distraction and it was only that time that I study for my examination. I never had been able to do so at home.
There is so much to tell, but I think I have to pen off now.
May all these good memories will remain in my heart forever.
Thank Allah for all of these.
A girl who always nervous sitting for an exam,Qider Firdaus Bandar Baru Bangi