I answered my add maths correctly yesterday and it made my day. Hahahahaha. Puan Ooi told me "Nadia, I know you have been studying. I can tell." and it hit me. She is the first grown up to ever tell me that. Which is refreshing because at least SOMEONE notices I've been doing some revision. My parents don't. Which is, I think, universal. All parents don't believe their children when they tell them they've studied. And I don't know why. It's actually quite frustrating.
I'm in my room. Laptop abandoned in the corner. Actually understanding Chemistry and when I do my work, my answers are actually right. I make notes. I actually MAKE them. Coloured pens and highlighters and markers and the works. I have several exercise books which when I get stumped at a question, I have 2 reference books at standby and I read every word to make sure I didn't miss anything. I have several work books at once so I do them together so I get familiar with the questions. And if I get an answer wrong, I'll go 'OHHHHHHHHHH!' and then write the new information in my notes. I actually do that.
But then, of course, when I decide to step out of my room to watch some television (which I feel like I haven't done in 6 years), my dad will be "TV je satu hari, tak nampak pun baca buku!". Or if I go out on weekends (FYI, weekends = 2 days. Weekdays where I go to school and for tuition classes and study = 5 days. Last time I checked, weekdays are painfully longer than weekends), it feels like a sin to get out of the house because I've been accused of not studying. Maybe they should install a camera in my room. K no, that'd be so wrong on so many levels.
I'm hungry now.
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