(Ever.)

(This post shouldn't be in this blog because it is not of the same standard as my usual post, which was why I almost didn't publish this post.)


This is the most random post ever and that is because I told all of you that this blog is out of existence, but realized that it wasn't because I was able to post the "this blog will be out of existence" post.


I am having my preliminary examinations now. When I enter the room, I have to bring this piece of paper that has my name and a few irritating words that I don't understand such as "GCE" and "UCLES". In fact, I think they printed it wrongly. What appears to be "camp" and "bridge" was wrongly spelled as "Cambridge"! The paper was what I call "an irritating piece of paper."


So here I am sitting down on my chair. Oh wait look, my teachers are not walking around! They are in the staff room. So because they are resting, they hired teachers from other schools to pretend to be fierce and give out the papers. My teachers told me to bring this piece of card that looks exactly like an EZ-link card except for the fact that it must have a pink background, two of my face where one of them was bigger that the other one and this logo at the top right hand corner where a tiger and a lion seems to be able to stand and hold a piece of red thingy while balancing on a blue stripe that was curved into a smile shaped object.

They are not teachers from my school. To solve the problem of identification, they tell us to place the "irritating piece of paper" on the top right hand corner together with the funny looking card. While you are busy struggling answering the paper, they will come to you from behind and slam the table while picking up the paper and your card. After that, they will slam the two things on your table. That must be irritating.

My friends and I are sitting down waiting for the unnamed teacher in front to tell us to "flip the paper and start". A few seconds later, the teacher told us this:-

"Flip the paper and start".

So while I am busy scribbling random letters onto the paper, there was this teacher who was busy walking around. I think he was walking around so that he can tell us whenever we make a mistake. BUT NO! They just walked pass me without even looking at my paper! WTF was that for? Why are they paid to walk from the back of the class to the front of the class to-and-fro? That was probably worse than paying someone to sit near the school gate to stare at the school gate and see people walk pass the school gate while cars are trying to pass through the barrier that can move up and down with the click of a button.

When the time was up, the teacher told everyone to stop writing or to stop pretending to be checking their paper when what they all doing was actually flipping the paper fast enough so that wind was generated and they feel cool. The pupils or what I call "friends" threw their pens onto the table. The sound of all of it occurring at once was so loud that I got....................irritated.

After the dreaded ordeal, I walked out of the classroom and placed everything that I brought out - a pencil case, the irritating piece of paper, the funny looking card and my handphone, I mean, the eraser. There was this guy who was standing and running around asking people for the answers to the question. How irritating. Almost like me throwing a water bottle into hell and asking people whether I threw it properly when I cant even take the bottle back since it was in hell.

My friend told me that our results will improve like shit. I looked at him and asked him how shit plays an important role in our daily life.


And that was when I realized that it was an "O" level paper.

Acknowledgments:-

http://ahmadyusrie.files.wordpress.com

http://upload.wikimedia.org

http://www.notus-online.com