A Predicted Prophecy

It's a prophecy that a Form 5 student can never avoid even if he or she burned the school down to ashes to stop it. Those terrifying black lines on sinister pages. Each dreaded question will determine your potential to score your desired grade on the most important exam of one's teenage life. It's a matter of life or death for some, or few would take it for granted that would cause them great misfortune in the near future. That's right, people. It's Trials season. In 2 weeks time, students will seat for their 1st Trial papers. From my observations, it seems not many are heating up the topic of "OH MY GOD! I HAVE YET TO PREPARE ANYTHING! I AM GOING TO DIE!!!", because it's pretty obvious that they would not want to delve into a state of panic and chaos, or either there are few who cared less about Trials. Either way, either thought and either opinion, Trial 1 is sure to make an impact on all of us. What about me? How am I doing? Oh sure, Raina could handle it no sweat! Honestly...I am coping of it all. As long as I am consistent and committed in my studies, all will go as plan. I dearly want to be that way till the very end. Something I can never compromise because mum and dad are counting on me as well as my career choice; most importantly, it's myself that I am counting on. I would want to leave a self-legacy to look back all the accomplishments and improvements that I have sweated, teared and bled for. Definitely, a memoir to cherish and value for life.