This period of time marks several beginnings. First of all and most obviously, the start of a new year (~11 days ago). Secondly, and less obviously, the commencement of semester 4 of university. Just the thought of what's to come is enough to give any uni student the shudders. And not from the cold, that's for sure. This semester is going to be exceptionally draining both physically and mentally for me. I'll be wading and swimming frog-style in a pool of projects, assignments and tonnes of lab reports. But I guess it'll be over in no time. Or so i hope.
Anyway, I wonder why people celebrate the first day of every year. I mean, if this day marks new beginnings, so does every other day. Something new happens every single day of our life. Someone may fly a kite for the very first time, while someone else may have baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies without burning them to soot after 10 tries. Something remarkable happens every single day and we by human nature undermine these happenings or chuck them aside without much thought. So why should we celebrate simply the first day of every year? Every day should be a celebration and the mark of something new.
All this aside, today marks the release of the O level results. I still remember this day rather vividly from over 4 years ago. In any case, I'm really pleased with my tutee's grades. She managed to improve her A math grade 3 fold (from an F9 to a B3) and her science grade 2 fold. My primary school tutee improved too! At the end of the day, this is the best repayment I've had from giving tuition.
Anyway, this is about it from now. Am exhausted to the bones and beyond. Cheers!
