I know my life is pretty good, but you would always think of other ways of how it can be better, isn’t it? I know I get to enjoy and get the best out of my life, but what sacrifices am I making?
I saw some teenagers playing Sepak Takraw downstairs at 9.30pm. I can’t help it but to feel so damn envious- why is it that they can spend their nights playing and having fun with one another…? These are the teenagers who are looking forward to every day. How about me? Whenever my alarm rings, I see the 6.xx am and I’m just like, shit, here’s the start of another horrible day.
I even had to walk home today holding my Physics file just so that I could absorb as much content in that 7 minute walking distance.
Is it simply because I chose to take this horrible and stressful route, or is it because I was geared for this from the very start?
Yes, our educational capabilities and achievements might be better. Perhaps this is a generalisation, but it’s true that there’s always this dumb stereotype: Good schools good elite students. I just can’t help looking at how carefree my siblings are. Both of them got into a Polytechnic (often treated as inferior to a Junior College?), but ended up in a university anyway. Whether it is a upper-tier university or anything doesn’t matter. They enjoyed their school life. They thoroughly enjoyed it.
I vaguely remember my sister in Secondary 3/4, reaching home almost every single day at 4pm to take a short nap, then waking up to watch 娱乐百分百. After that it’ll be dinner time and afterwards we would catch the TVB dramas from 8pm to 10pm. I don’t have an impression of her being as stressed out as I am. Rushing to finish assignments everyday, chionging everything to ensure I get the most sleep. And the worst- reaching home after 8pm everyday. Oh okay to be more reasonable, maybe 4 weekdays a week.
Hi Shi, if you see this, I’m really envious of you.
I’m really really tired now- it’s 11.24pm and I’m not done with anything! Woohoo. Econs project, Chinese compre, and revision for Math and Physics on Friday. I just feel like blogging or else I’ll have an emotional breakdown tonight. Yeah, I know myself too well. I break down too easily.
I know Term 3’s gonna be hell and I totally expected it but I still can’t help whining. Am I putting too much focus on academic excellence? I can’t help it. Forever setting high personal expectations, knowing that I can’t reach them. It’s like I’m creating a pitfall for myself to walk into. I’m such an idiot.
My wrist hurts, ankle hurts, calves hurt. MY EYES HURT. Lack of sleep almost every single day. Or should I say, every single day? How I struggle to keep awake in every lesson is just pure disgusting. Maybe it’s just because of CCA every single day (sorry, but it’s really both physically and mentally tiring). Maybe I’ll get used to it eventually.
Oh guess what I’ve not watched a single event of the Olympics. Really, it’s not like I can help it.
I hate how I struggle with school life as a secondary school student.