Chinese O Level & DPA Results

We're very close to O Levels, and even closer to prelims. I look at the dumbfucks not bothering to pull themselves from the abyss and I feel part disgust, part satisfaction at knowing that they will have a fun, fun life.

I inked "FSV@NP" on the back of my wrist, my real short-term goal. I'll re-ink it every day. I've decided that even with Peak Oil lurking on the horizon, my life is going to be meaningless if I don't at least push for what I want to do. This is my dream; if I don't go for the big one then it won't matter if a worldwide economic catastrophe ends the human race or not.

Today many of us came one step closer to realizing our dreams, seeing them sharpen into clarity as our Mother Tongue results were announced. If I'm not wrong, both Panzer and TOFU were able to break their fail streak and scrape a pass. A shitty pass, yes, but at least now Junior College is an option, a confirmed option, for both of them. Sorry I spoiled the surprise for you TOFU, just couldn't help it.

What about me? In the rush of anxious students thirsting to know their results I nonchalantly stepped up to the whiteboard and nonchalantly read off my F9 mark while my peers cheered for their Bs and As. The revelation of my results much less hit me in the face than it fell into my lap, whereupon I held it between my fingers and raised my eyebrows at it. Hmm. Definitely not surprising. Not particularly disheartening either (though getting moved to Chinese B to continue studying does suck).

My moment came in the comlab while me and a friend were looking for our DPA results. I confess that I was a hundred times more afraid of DPA than my MT grade. My MT grade was expected; my DPA interview caught me up short and I didn't say half of what I could have said. Furthermore, I was afraid I would be posted to Mass Comm, my second choice.

Why would that be a problem? Mass Comm, while holding many interesting things, is not FSV. It is not storytelling. It is advertising, journalism, public relations. Not exactly my cup of tea. But in a Peak Oil future, political parties will need Mass Comm graduates to handle their propaganda. If I take Mass Comm, I will at least have a chance of eking out something in the worst-case scenario.

But I don't want to take Mass Comm. I don't want to have to make another choice between my dreams and the reality of Peak Oil (among the increasing competitiveness, and the fact that I'm not a genius, and am ASIAN).

So yes, my "ARRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO" in response to the confirmation that I've been offered direct admission to FSV at Ngee Ann Poly was pretty much justified. Pretty fucking justified.

Next goal: A set of distinctions on my O Level cert to make my single F9 look comical.