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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Yesterday I had prelim oral. Oral as in the ability to use and dispense the english language VERBALLY not the check the formation of the entrance to the alimentary canel.

As the names of the examiners was dispensed to the students, I, or rather we, got a shock in our life. We were in panic. The name along killed off half of our confidence. As each day inpends closer, we prayed for the best. We conforted ourselves that even if she was strict, she is also very linient. Intriging.

The day came. It was inevitable. In a stern voice she ORDERED us to not talk and sit in straight rows. Only anyone with a suicidal mind would challenge her might (perlim marks would be used for O lvl marks should anything go wrong, eg: examiners were unfair or something)

The wait was long. It was a mental torture. In my mind i recited: "im gonna in her face!" (obviously it didnt help)

Finally it was my turn. I leaped on my two feet and walked the 1st few metres to my death: the preparation. As i read the passage to prepare myself, i was fluent. I anticipated the questions she would ask for the picture, scanning EVERY pixel (dots actually, budget printers :P) until every detail was analysed, I thought hey its wasnt that bad. Looking up, i saw her, dead ahead, waiting with her axes to behead me. Preparation time is over. I paced, with 1/4 of confidence lvl left, I knew, it would be better to die quicker.

I sat in front of her. Her mouth GAPED open. My confidence fell to <0 (smaller then 0)

My reading was shit. It wasn't half as fluent as i practised. The picture was even worse. She gave a question that had be missed from my mind. I was stumped. It took me aback. I still cannot accept the fact that she asked that. It was like she managed to read the minds of students on what they prepared. I was supposed to get 3 questions (in theory anyway) as she asked the 4th one, i knew i was a goner. I was unable to eloborate the standerd 3. In other words i needed more prompting that an averge person would need. the same goes for converstaion. It was... she culled me without much hassle. As she took the spear to mark her victory on my flag, i can feel that all i had done had be negligible to what she can do.

The mark has been made. My fate has been decided.



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