THE world, these days it seem, is wilting. Just look around your neighbourhood and watch your gogglebox - prices going north , terrorist attacks, falling stock and currency values. And don't forget our holey little ozone layer, which is getting balder by the day.
Life isn't any better for me too. Our savings are depleting (Mum has yet to get another deal). And I didn't get into Saint Joseph's Institution. My aggregate was a low 202. To get into SJI, one needs 240. My elder brother got 231 and off it was to SJI for him. (At that time, the cutoff score was 230). We just received the posting results today. I got into Saint Patrick's School. Yep. That no-good gangster-run school with a extremely strict policy AND principal. My only consolation is that I didn't get into the NA or NT stream, also known as the Academic Underworld. St Pat's is notorious for its gangsters, who smoke, drink , cheat , lie, steal , kill and shave twice a day.
Some info I dug from Wikipedia:
"The school socks are compulsory so that there will not be any conflict of students wearing ankle socks.
The school takes personal dressing very seriously from wearing the pants at the waist and the school socks being worn above the ankles.
Hair checks are carried out almost every month in the school and the school follows up on the students to ensure that everyone has a proper haircut.
Students are required to change to their PE attire which consists of a white vest (for lower secondary students) or a black vest (for upper secondary students) and the shorts with the shamrock logo and SPS sewn on it for physical education lessons. The vest has "I love St. Pat's" printed at the back."
It looks like hell ahead for the next four years of my life. I can't wait for polytechnic/JC already.
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