Done.

Sitting in the hall never felt so... eerie. Two teachers sat at the opposite rnd of the hall, as we held the entry proof in our hands.

We didn't want to confuse our minds, so we kept those papers of practice in our bags. The only people left to hold on to were our friends, as we relax with some words of comfort. Right smack in the middle was me, as we sat rather comfortably on our blue seats. The warmth of our bodies really help, but sooner or later, that warmth would be gone and like what Mr Low says, 'when you receive the O level results, it's all about you'.

Wishes spread around and soon it was my turn. Well, before that, I turned to God. A prayer of thanks and faith really helped in the process, as I let out my nerves. It was my turn.

Looking at the passage, I sort of went blank. It was more difficult than previous years, but it was so expected, yet unexpected. 5 minutes went and off I went.

The past came back to haunt me.

The midyear question for orals were exactly the same. Cut and copy. And I thought youth issues were coming out. But fared better than before. 1 question after the beginning question and that was it. It was done.

Is that good or bad? I didn't say much, in fact I expected more questions so I actually stood there for a while, thinking of saying suggestions, but off I went.

No matter the outcome, confident I stand.