I love NUS. I love it for giving me such a wonderful Christmas present for me to open for Boxing Day.
A second class (lower) honours degree.
My CAP plunged from a fairly safe second upper to a marginal second lower, missing by 0.02. I don’t think you can find anyone in the history of my faculty that managed the same feat as me. To be on second upper for so long and lose it on the last semester was like leading 3-0 at half time and lose 4-3 by the end of the match. I really didn’t know what happened, but there’s really not much point dwelling on it now. I’m sure that’s not the end of the road for me. Sure it was a big blow – a huge one to be exact – but a Hongkonger like me should not be struck down by blows like this. I’m sure this is just going to be one of the many blows I’ll ever get in life, so I’m taking it in my stride.
Of course I was never going to be the happiest person in the world to see that kind of results turning up for me, and I really felt like crying for the first 10 minutes after I saw my results. For me to get that kind of results after being safe for so long was embarrassing to say the least. I was very bitter initially, and for a good while I was thinking of really crazy things like getting a hitman to kill the lecturers who gave me the bad grades. But after awhile, I was thinking – maybe I should feel happy that I finally have graduated, and my overall CAP since year 1 semester 1 till now actually went up. Pretty much self-denial I must say, but if that’s going to make me feel better I’ll just keep it that way.
So in any case in an attempt to try to prevent myself from sulking at home, I made my way to the Hong Kong Brands and Products Fair at Victoria Park. I was planning to go there just on a walkabout and see what’s so interesting. It turned out to be a real fun experience because there were a lot of interesting goods available at decent prices. However because I’m so tight on budget I decided against spending, so apart from the HKD 10 I paid for the ticket I didn’t buy anything else. After that because I was kinda bored, I took the tram to Central, and then a ferry to Tsim Sha Tsui. From Tsim Sha Tsui I did another crazy thing – I walked all the way to Mong Kok. Along the way I went past Jordan and Yau Ma Tei, and basically was looking around, observing people and places. It was a nice walk that lasted about an hour, before heading back to Central to meet a couple of friends. Had a chat with them, went for dinner, dessert and drinks at Lan Kwai Fong, so I fairly much spend a day that would otherwise be so depressing on a good note.
The results I got definitely had me down for a while, but depressed? Not a damn bit of it. A second lower isn’t going to get me depressed. I’m too strong for that. To be honest, at this very point of time I just feel embarrassed because I was so sure that I would get my second upper. But I guess that’s still a good lesson learned – never count your chickens before they hatch.