I immensely enjoy the little countdown widjet I have in the previous post~
Today during assembly the B'div had a prize presentation and it was very lol, because I collided in to Joelle and when Eva bowed her glasses came off HAHAHA.
Well, here I am presenting the scores of I. I am in Team 3, if anyone is curious, along with Char Tan, Lina and Cassandra.
3rd MarchEvent: Singles
Game 1: 135
Game 2: 174
Game 3: 167
Game 4: 141
Game 5: 166
Game 6: 223
Avg:167.7
Rank:22
6th MarchEvent: Doubles (with Char Tan)
Game 1: 135
Game 2: 179
Game 3: 141
Game 4: 129
Game 5: 154
Game 6: 154
Avg: 148.7
Doubles Avg: 136.3
Rank: 35
10th March (with ACS Barker)
Event: Quartet 1Game 1: 198
Game 2: 139
Game 3: 158
11th March (with Maris Stella High)Event: Quartet 2Game 4: 137
Game 5: 150
Game 6: 144
Avg: 154.3
Team Avg: 142.3
Rank 13
Overall Rank: 29
Overall Avg: 156.9
MGS: 2nd
I have obtained my CA marks back and they were not exactly very optimal. But bear in mind that I had many tests VR-ed if not most of my grades would probably plummet. Now, the question I truly ponder is scores and results a measure of one's grasp at a subject and intelligence???
I am astounded that I am one of the lowest for English and second in class for Chinese. Humility aside, I do pride English as one of my better subjects and I expected to be at average at the very least. Accepting this latest truth is harsh and I wonder if I am asinine and doltish enough to actually think or even consider myself a great fan of the English language!!!!! I am ashamed.
Perhaps I should jump boats and wave the flag of China.
Before I digress even further, being one of the lowest in class, does that infer that my grasp of the language is almost non-existent?? Is my English not as wonderful as I used to pride it to be? This is all very, very subjective.
I would also like to mention that my English grade would probably have been lower due to the fact my Oral has graciously pulled me up. But this bears nothing but absurdity as I know I got such high scores for the Oral due to the English teacher being incredibly impressed at my voice-the unsoothing hybrid of an American and British accent. (I yearn to be like Hugh Laurie and Robert Pattison one day, wielding the ability to interchange accents at will) Of course, why wouldn't she be impressed? She had expected me to talk crudely, my speech laced with "lahs" and "blahs" perhaps, all done in the voice that would rival that of an ah lian. I had flipped the tables over, and did what she thought I would never ever do. My class was not impressed though, they have all heard me before but they still laughed at how strange and foreign I sounded like. I was not chosen to do the speech competition this year though. I'm not surprised. I'm not exactly the favourite student of hers. Rather I act like a git most of the time and I retort a fair bit. Sometimes my brain filter does not even work and I say something supposed to be kept mentally. Out loud. Arrrgh. How queer I am.
Weirdness, thy name is Shannen.Anyways, with regards to my Chinese grade. Does it mean that I am wonderful at Chinese bearing the ability to spin complex and intricate phrases?? Well, no, because I was really lucky on the common test. I guess this case isn't really valid to use.
Ah English, thy love bears strong in my heart.
I have a friend who insists strongly that she is horrendous at English yet she tops the class most of the time anyways. It is all very very very very upsetting. Ah, what of I? But I fear I am not kidding, my skills at comprehension and composition...it's very unnerving.
The comforting thought in my heart is that, despite my grades, I still very much love English. I embrace it. English has brought me such joy such as reading. Reading never fails to create a turbulence of emotions.
It sends my heart to flutter:
"Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!/ For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night."
Romeo, Romeo and Juliet, 1.5
"Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything."
Edward Cullen, New Moon, Chapter 23, p.514And clench:
"Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."
Romeo, Romeo and Juliet, 5.3
Her scent hit me like a wrecking ball, like a battering ram. There was no image violent enough to encapsulate the force of what happened to me in that moment. In that instant, I was nothing close to the human I’d once been; no trace of the shreds of humanity I’d managed to cloak myself in remained. I was a predator. She was my prey. There was nothing else in the whole world but that truth.
Edward Cullen, Midnight Sun, Chapter 1, p.12It never ceases to amaze me, the power of English, its beauty is blinding.
Back to the question: Does grades measure your grasp at a language? I think to a limited extent, I don't think a grasp at a language can be determined with such a rigid structure.
This is good to ponder about when we're free and bored, I guess. HAHAHA.
Oh wells, back to fanfiction! The stories I'm reading are updated~
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