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November 16, 1996
I was cleaning out my mailbox just the other day, and whenever I "clean" anything out, I have the tendency to glance through. I spend more time marvelling at the junk I have instead of actually "cleaning" them out! Many of my email messages have the ever present "Good luck on your exams" wish or "Have you finished yet?".

Someone once asked me if I was still on my exams, and if so, then it seemed as if I was exam-plagued all year long. "That's disgusting." I agreed. Was it truly all year long? Did I constantly prepare for these feared/hated pieces paper? It certainly felt that way. Good grief, put it that way, it almost feels as if the reason of my existance is to prove to the rest of the society that "I can think!"

(Ahem. It can be debated that "think" in this case should be "memorize", but I'll touch that topic another time.)

I look at my peers and am depressed. We've lost something in our youth, haven't we? I wonder... can we blame the Department of Education??

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