A story from our brother, ibnuazlan. With his best intention.
I can't remember the day but I do remember the feeling. I sat for my SPM English paper. It was an essay question with two parts; Directed Writing and Continuous Writing.
The thing is, I was so into my Continuous Writing section that I didn't have much time to finish my Directed Writing. 10 minutes left and I just started my Directed Writing. Suddenly everything became so intense. I got into my "speedy" mode and just wrote anything that popped out of my mind. Oh dear God, this was SPM!!! How could I be so reckless?
Kablamo...I didn't finish my Directed Writing!
For a moment, everything became blank. I almost thought that my future was over (a little dramatic but with the way that I was feeling, it was completely logical).
I pulled myself together and I went to see my English teacher just before my next English paper. I wanted to see if I still had a chance. My teacher wasn't so sure but for some reason, I was. She was worried but I'm not. I still remember the words that came out of my mouth, to reassure her that hope wasn't slipping away just yet. I said...
"It's not over yet"
...then I walked away.
I entered the hall with the energy that came out of nowhere. I put everything I had on my next paper to every inch of detail. The day ended with a big lump of anticipation lodge in my heart. I prayed and prayed.
12th of March 2008 : I got A1 for my English...^_^
p/s : Thanks. [: (and ohh, i think it's worth sharing. takpe kan :D)