Results!

After 2 long weeks of holidays (yay!?)

We (1st Semester CIMPians) have received our Final Reports!! 

This feels awkward (you're talking to yourself again Stanley) [no I'm not] (you're hopeless) [fine! I am]

Anyways...

I think most of you here would be wanting to know my results, but seriously, it does not matter.
"You heard the man, it doesn't matter!" Mr Fabrizzio exclaimed (a fictional character I just made up).

'coz you see, after every success (or in my case, completion), what really matters is Character.


You see, it doesn't matter whether you are smart, or stupid, or lazy. What really matters is where you are now. The present day, this moment now, is perhaps the most significant time of your life (well maybe not really now now, seeing that my blog post here is not of any large significance to you as it is to me).

Mr. V (my old and horribly hard to follow humorous Calculus and Vectors lecturer) shared with me a quote once while I was attending his extra help class. The wittiest thing was that I did not comprehend what he said even though I answered with my famous yet highly doubtable "Ohhhh...." He said:

I am as old as I have ever been, but I am as young as I shall ever be

Why he chose to say that to me, I still don't know, but it has stuck with me ever since. Today, I fully get what he was trying to express to me (through my results, I suppose?) 

Having said that, I can confidently say that I found out a lot about myself this past six months. I noticed that as much as I am good in Math, I am definitely not going to pursue it in university. In fact, to much of your surprise, dear readers out there, towards mid semester, I started to dislike Math. 

Although Malaysia's (and Canada's) education system kept making me achieve top notch marks, it was not my passion. As a matter of fact, I realized that Math was very much the same as my Intro to Anthropology, Sociology & Psychology class 12 months ago; basically, the teacher tells you a theory, and you apply it. In Math, the application is in numbers; in social sciences, the application is most probably going to be in words. 

Thus, finding out that the inability for Math as a future career has been a painful yet eventful discovery for me (and probably for my best friend too, who was in the same class with me, but I won't discuss that). I mean, who takes Calculus, just to find out whether they want to do Math in their future career?

I also figured out that I had an undoubtedly strong inclination to history (real history history implying anything before WWI). The past civilizations haunted me in my childhood dreams to the extent that I actually experienced an 'Enlightened' moment when I was walking in Sunway Pyramid by myself to meet my friends in the theatre. As I passed the centre court area, I curiously gazed up and noticed that it was actually the Pharaohs of old! And I could name them (not precisely) and remember their significance! And when I had dinner with Msgr Lim, I could actually discuss the causes of secularization today with him! It was like being transported back into the eighteenth century days of Voltaire and Rousseau, where one would gather in a salon and discuss philosophical theories. As Daisy Buchanan once said, "these things excite me so". 

Eighteenth century salon in France

This is all thanks to Mr Brims (who has a one month old son now) for his undying encouragement, Mr Narancsik (also a drama teacher) for his simple explanation of complex ideas and Ms Nancy (mother to cute little Amelia, my favourite and only kid that I can enjoy playing with in class) for putting up with my streamless questions of philosophy and political climates of times gone by. Oh and for also putting "Any Significant Individual of your Choice" in the Identify and Explain the Significance Section of the Final Exam :)

Speaking about Daisy, she inevitably leads me to my next desire in life: literature. I am amazed at the impact of words (refer to previous post). Frankly, this awakening happened back in the early 2000s when my cousin Justinius, poked fun at my constant use of 'nice'. In an email, which was really popular in its day, he had remarked that I should change my words. 


Having experienced the Canadian style of speaking/writing English, and now that I have a great editor (who shall not be named) by my side, I am very pleased to say that my language skill has leapt by bounds (but I don't even think this sentence is right, hm...). In all technicality, it is my sincere thanks to my English lecturer, Ms. AAS for pointing out obvious things that were in front of me when I did not notice anything at all. To be engaged in Writer's Craft next semester with her again, I want to actually do my best and put full effort. No more mistakes.

In Conclusion (my lecturers hate that) These six months have been life changing for me (they hate this too).

As for my results, let's just say that I got what I deserved. And judging by my decresendo (decreasing) interest in Math, my sudden interest in literature and my immortalized interest in things of the past, the results I attained where simply what my dear friend Phoebe Ding would call, crazy.