Hello and good morning (night because I’m about to fall asleep from academic burnout) to my dearest readers,

I’m here to present to you…

Drumroll, please…

An unhinged song from the recesses of my fried braincells!

An ode to our wonderful education system and the joy it brings me to be a student!

And of course, a list of things I forget to do while studying myself!!!

So, without further ado…

Let’s begin!

“I can’t deal with this anymore; I swear I’m going to drop out of school instead.”

“The AMOUNT of assessments that I’ve gotten, I’m not even going to try. Who cares if I flunk it?”

“Studying? Again? I’d much rather throw bricks at zombies in Minecraft or sit there and binge-watch the newest season of Stranger Things.”

With the easing of the pandemic restrictions, our school was back with the competitions that we had missed out on for the past two years. Our science teacher organized a “Science Fair”, and we were tasked with designing a product or presenting research to solve any real-life problem, big or small. We were allowed to select our group members (THANKFULLY!!). It was part of our science enrichment program, so me and my team members cut to the chase and began to brainstorm.

“I DON’T FIND IT INTERESTING”.

That’s a phrase that shows up a lot in my speech, containing 1000 reasons as to why, I won’t, will never, never did like Business Studies. I have realized that I have become a chronic complainer when it comes to learning Business Studies, a subject I dread. As in, stuffing pages and books of information into your already overloaded brain. It’s indeed a terrible experience.

Hello People! Last week was exam week and thus you might be able to imagine what a turmoil was present in an otherwise peaceful brain. In my previous exams, I had not scored well in Science and hence this time, my target was to get my concepts correct. However, the syllabus was all Chemistry.

Welcome Secondary! Suddenly the world of academics had transcended into a haze of intricacies and perplexity. The concepts more entangled, the questions more elaborate, the teachers more specific and me more resilient. I had clearly miscalculated the enormity of Secondary and so when my term exams were announced, I was pretty relaxed despite the fact that my exams were just 2.5 weeks away. That put me into quite a precarious position when 1 week later, I experienced the true meaning of last-minute rush. I was up late studying, trying to finish the syllabus that had suddenly bombarded me.