One Word.
Die.
I don't know why am i so negetive at the moment but i just felt like this piece of helpless tut.
For trials i have a result merely enough to survive safely, and the next thing i know i have to start ramming up my engines for finals already. Funny is that Term 1 is still freshly playing in my mind.
So restless. Tired. Sleepy. Nervous. Anxious.
Never felt like this in my life actually, even for SPM. Why now?!?! in college, where everybody is suppose to have fun and stay up all night talking craps.
I've done my Hotel Management paper, FnB Tech, Tourism Env and French oral so far. Hotel's paper i'm super nervous my hand was trembling when i was writing, although it is so much easier compared to trials but i guess it's the thought of it's finals that kills me inside out. Account not balanced, NPV and IRR gone case (seriously i don't know what is wrong with me). I always know how to do the questions and get it correctly.
When i was revising FnB with June i couldn't get my mind of the Hotel paper i took earlier. It keeps going over and over and over my head.
Before that i was pretty sure Oenology(wine studies) will at least give face come out a question or 2, but when i flip through the question paper for FnB.. NONE. I was feeling 60% dead when Mr.Patrick asked us to put down our calculator. You can see the disappointment across our faces, cuz there's where we score.
FINE. When i went back home i just couldn't get over it i thought i'm going to go crazy already. I can feel the Congrats from Jury is walking away from me with gigantic steps.
I felt tourism paper was somewhat confusing??
They are asking too many things from us at this restricted time frame.
I can't give u everything in 3 hours, sorry.
FRENCH ORAL.
Oh, mon Dieu. Me tuer.
(oh my God. Kill me)
First, i got Monsieur Yeoh.
Fine. Nevermind, because i'm not his student.
When i was at the preperation room, May Ying walked in and showed me this slash across the neck sign.
Double Oh Mon Dieu.
I have this image of me telling him "Regardez mon visage, suis-je bovvered?! je deteste Francais. Merci beauccoup. Au Revior." until i shake myself to conciousness. Joanne, you're gonna do this right.
When Su fen came back, i didn't get to talk to her cuz she went off as soon as she picked up her bag. I was walking the whole freaking 9th floor looking for the classroom. I couldn't find it.
Merde!
Merde! Merde! Merde! I walked back to the prep room and ask where is the room. Then as i was walking towards the room i saw Monsieur looking at me, he came out from the room to look for the missing-lost-late student!
Monsieur: 85318 is it?
Moi: Ya, sorry, i couldn't find the room.
When i entered the room, i introduced myself. He put out his hand and mumbled in some French i couldn't understand, so i thought he was going to shake my hand, until he told me he wants the paper.
OH MY GOD JOANNE!!! Je suis tellement morts!!
(I'm so dead)
He gave a smirk anyway. Probably thinking, is Madame Phylis teaching some sort of retard. He left a scar in my head.
Then i start to read the text, it was okay.
Question time.
1st one : Où est Monsieur Suresh?
I don't know what on EARTH was i thinking.
Où!! Où!! means where, where!!
I answered Monsieur Suresh est le client.
Libération ultime.
(Ultimate stupidity)
I feel so sorry to Madame, she told us so many times. I even wrote it on my notes.
Die.
I don't know why am i so negetive at the moment but i just felt like this piece of helpless tut.
For trials i have a result merely enough to survive safely, and the next thing i know i have to start ramming up my engines for finals already. Funny is that Term 1 is still freshly playing in my mind.
So restless. Tired. Sleepy. Nervous. Anxious.
Never felt like this in my life actually, even for SPM. Why now?!?! in college, where everybody is suppose to have fun and stay up all night talking craps.
I've done my Hotel Management paper, FnB Tech, Tourism Env and French oral so far. Hotel's paper i'm super nervous my hand was trembling when i was writing, although it is so much easier compared to trials but i guess it's the thought of it's finals that kills me inside out. Account not balanced, NPV and IRR gone case (seriously i don't know what is wrong with me). I always know how to do the questions and get it correctly.
When i was revising FnB with June i couldn't get my mind of the Hotel paper i took earlier. It keeps going over and over and over my head.
Before that i was pretty sure Oenology(wine studies) will at least give face come out a question or 2, but when i flip through the question paper for FnB.. NONE. I was feeling 60% dead when Mr.Patrick asked us to put down our calculator. You can see the disappointment across our faces, cuz there's where we score.
FINE. When i went back home i just couldn't get over it i thought i'm going to go crazy already. I can feel the Congrats from Jury is walking away from me with gigantic steps.
I felt tourism paper was somewhat confusing??
They are asking too many things from us at this restricted time frame.
I can't give u everything in 3 hours, sorry.
FRENCH ORAL.
Oh, mon Dieu. Me tuer.
(oh my God. Kill me)
First, i got Monsieur Yeoh.
Fine. Nevermind, because i'm not his student.
When i was at the preperation room, May Ying walked in and showed me this slash across the neck sign.
Double Oh Mon Dieu.
I have this image of me telling him "Regardez mon visage, suis-je bovvered?! je deteste Francais. Merci beauccoup. Au Revior." until i shake myself to conciousness. Joanne, you're gonna do this right.
When Su fen came back, i didn't get to talk to her cuz she went off as soon as she picked up her bag. I was walking the whole freaking 9th floor looking for the classroom. I couldn't find it.
Merde!
Merde! Merde! Merde! I walked back to the prep room and ask where is the room. Then as i was walking towards the room i saw Monsieur looking at me, he came out from the room to look for the missing-lost-late student!
Monsieur: 85318 is it?
Moi: Ya, sorry, i couldn't find the room.
When i entered the room, i introduced myself. He put out his hand and mumbled in some French i couldn't understand, so i thought he was going to shake my hand, until he told me he wants the paper.
OH MY GOD JOANNE!!! Je suis tellement morts!!
(I'm so dead)
He gave a smirk anyway. Probably thinking, is Madame Phylis teaching some sort of retard. He left a scar in my head.
Then i start to read the text, it was okay.
Question time.
1st one : Où est Monsieur Suresh?
I don't know what on EARTH was i thinking.
Où!! Où!! means where, where!!
I answered Monsieur Suresh est le client.
Libération ultime.
(Ultimate stupidity)
I feel so sorry to Madame, she told us so many times. I even wrote it on my notes.
Je ne sais vraiment pas ce qui est mauvais avec moi, je veux simplement me tuer .
Then i was told to choose 1 topic from 7 covered topics and how lucky i am i got Interview with Actor/Actress which i totally sucked at.
Monsiuer: Deux minute pour tu.
Moi: Deux minute?!?!
Monsiuer: Oui.
I quickly write down ALL the question i can think of. My hands shaking harder this time.
The next thing i know is that i asked him his name, then he said you're interviewing me and you don't know my name? I'm Brad Pitt.
I asked him where does he live he said he is living in LA with his tres tres belle femme est la Angelina Jolie.
I asked him Vous avez enfants? He answer Oui, sept.
As if i've lost my memory, i couldn't remember anything.
Ended the conversation with the normal boring Merci.
Before i walked out of the door, he stopped me and said
"You know you're very good at the first part, but you messed it up at the last part, too bad."
That's the end of my French. Feeling slight giddy walking out of the room, i feel like taking a swig of poison and just pass out.
ARG!
yes i have more things to worry about then what is over.
Service and upselling, here i come.
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