97.

97 more days till the start of hell.
97 more days till it's time to show what all these 2 years of hard work is for.
97 more days till the final hurdle.
97 more days till the first O level paper.

How time flies huh? Can't believe a year and a half has already passed, and that I'm going to graduate in less than 6 months time. I must admit, for the past 3.5 years, I've had several unhappy moments with this schools, but never have I thought that I might actually... miss this place. The teachers, the students, the small campus. The people who never gave up in me, especially my Chinese teacher. No matter how suckey I was or how badly I failed my papers. Even when I felt like giving up, she stood by me, encouraged me and helped me pick up myself time and time again. I've never felt so grateful towards a teacher before. Maybe it's because I feel the pressure of actually doing well for Chinese this time that I actually put in the effort to find her and seek consultation, but I just admire teachers like her who go all the way to help even the worst of students do well.

Today I took my Chinese Oral examination, and the picture was harddddd. And throughout the entire examination, the person I was the most afraid of disappointing was my Chinese teacher. I kept on thinking about how all the time she has spent coaching me early in the morning have gone to waste because I failed to do well for my oral, the last hope to pull me up for oral. Even though we rarely display it in front of her in class, my whole class have always been very appreciative of her, of her patience, of her understanding. I still remember the time when we were told that she was not teaching us anymore because of our bad test grades. We were all devastated, especially me with tears running down my cheeks. I bet she was super touched that we missed her so much too!