Friday, October 26, 2007

So...

...this is how it feels after a bad exam?

No, it was bad, I recognise 'good' and 'alright', this was neither.

edit:

While I was sitting in the exam room, mumbling away in chinese, I immediately had the feeling that I didn't get the best set of examiners, how objectively I took this stance was another question at hand.
But then I came out and Elisa's out there yapping away about how bad room 2 was. And then I'm like ('hey, that's my room'), and then I start yapping away about how sour the one sitting on the left was and etc. and Elisa is like "YEAH!" to every disagreeable aspect of the examiner that I was able to point out.
AND THEN I'm talking to James about it at church that night, and he reckons he knows the sour examiner after I was prompted for a short description. She's the wife of his chinese tutor from last year (or something like that).
[How many people are chinese second language oral examiners, female, have short hair, sound like they're from beijing, and have a consistently sour disposition?]
'Cause that's as descriptive I could have made it, and it correlated apparently.

So, if circumstance begs for truth, then it turns out that she's typically unfriendly and 'such an ass', as Elisa would put it. Maybe I didn't do so bad(?)

No - I probably did bad.
No lies please, Sub-Conscience.


Posted by jason @ 12:49 PM 5 letter(s) to the editor

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