Hey guys! Guess what? Exams are over!!! :) I'm so happy to be relieved of the stress of studying. The friends whom I had interviewed on their views on the end of exams gave these answers:
Friend A : Now I can watch TV for as long as I like without studying and play Facebook... Oh yeah! And Pet Society too! :) (Guess who this friend is... Her name starts with a T.)
Friend B : <Sighs> I'm so relieved that the exams are over. I can finally sit back and relax!
Friend C : Yipee! I can't believe exams are over so quickly!
I agree with all of my friends' views on the end of the exams, but mostly I see the end of the exams as a warm - up to what's coming next - the release of results. My teacher, Mdm H., has finished marking the Math and English exam papers and she says that the results would come pouring out next week. I was so excited! My friends and I crowded around her and asked her desperately for the top scorers in each subject. Mdm H made us all very excited and nervous when she said that she forgot the top scorers, but remembered the highest mark in class - 90+. I was disappointed. Not 95 +? I suddenly felt a cold chill run down my spine. It was so... Sad to think that maybe you got a Band 2 (marks from 84 and a half to 70). Band 2s were bad... And I sure hoped that I at least scored a Band 1 for all my subjects. If I did not, I would become so sad that I would pout for a week! Well, figuratively anyway. I can't pout while I congratulate the top scorer for his or her excellence, can I?
Uh oh... It's time for dinner. I have to go now because the food is waiting, and I can't keep food waiting for me! So long, fellow readers... I'll see you again in the next blog post! :)
~ With sincere and best regards,
Kirsten Clare, founder of Kirsten Clare's diary.
Friday 11 May 2012
Tuesday 8 May 2012
What happened to my hair?
Hi again guys! I wrote this directly after writing my... err... previous article. I hope that you will enjoy this post as much as you have enjoyed my previous post.
Anyway, you should know from the title that this article is about my hair. And yes, you should have known by now that something has happened to my hair. Do you know what change took place? Well... I cut it short! The hairdresser did anyway. I went to Parlour 33, or something like that, on one fine Sunday, on either the 22nd or the 15th of April, and my mother requested for my 33 - inch long hair to be cut by 5 - or - so inches in a U - shape style. When I turned my head in alarm at the mention of the U - shaped cut, my mother just explained that it would look nicer on me. I knew that my mom knew what was best, so I just stayed put and made faces at the barber when he did something weird to my hair, e.g. use a long clip to keep it in place at the side of my face. Soon enough, when the barber had gone to take a kind of gel that smelled of "the parlour" to me, I looked down and gasped. What long strands of hair I had lost! I had no idea that my hair was so long. I looked at my mother in despair. Now that the barber had cut my eyebrow - length fringe and made it shorter than its usual length, I looked totally weird and I regretted the cut. For some reason, I felt like I should complain, but I firmly told myself that, no matter how much I complained, not a single strand of hair would come back to me and the only thing that I would gain from complaining is one very sore throat. Trying not to look downcast, I walked out of the parlour. Seeing that I did not like my new hairstyle, my mother and I, along with my brother, headed to the "Lollipop Shop". In it, my mother and I spent about half an hour to find some headbands and banana clips to accessorize my hair and cheer me up. After deciding that I wanted a purple - and - black headband, a blue one for school and an extra one that was pink and polka - dotted with white, my mom and I purchased all of the items and headed out of the store, where my slightly impatient brother was waiting.
After we reached the house, I kept on silently fussing over my new hair. I thought lots of negative things - from 'My fringe is too short...' to 'I wonder what my classmates will say!' However, surprisingly, I soon got used to the new hairstyle and grew oblivious to it. (Sorry if I misused the word "oblivious"!) I began to see things on a happier edge, and I forgot about the changes. In the end, I was pretty happy with the shorter cut as it was lighter and bouncier.
Although I was fine with the cut, I still couldn't get over the fact that I looked totally different when my hair was tied up. I decided to put up with it, as my classmates couldn't really bother... And they didn't! :)
Anyway, I'm sorry for not going into the deeper details of my night, but I have to get my mind off the computer and focus on trying to ace my exam... I think that you'll find more details in a previous post. In the meantime, keep reading and writing, and always remember that you can do anything if you persevere!:)
Sincerely and with the warmest regards,
Kirsten Clare, the founder of Kirsten Clare's diary.
Anyway, you should know from the title that this article is about my hair. And yes, you should have known by now that something has happened to my hair. Do you know what change took place? Well... I cut it short! The hairdresser did anyway. I went to Parlour 33, or something like that, on one fine Sunday, on either the 22nd or the 15th of April, and my mother requested for my 33 - inch long hair to be cut by 5 - or - so inches in a U - shape style. When I turned my head in alarm at the mention of the U - shaped cut, my mother just explained that it would look nicer on me. I knew that my mom knew what was best, so I just stayed put and made faces at the barber when he did something weird to my hair, e.g. use a long clip to keep it in place at the side of my face. Soon enough, when the barber had gone to take a kind of gel that smelled of "the parlour" to me, I looked down and gasped. What long strands of hair I had lost! I had no idea that my hair was so long. I looked at my mother in despair. Now that the barber had cut my eyebrow - length fringe and made it shorter than its usual length, I looked totally weird and I regretted the cut. For some reason, I felt like I should complain, but I firmly told myself that, no matter how much I complained, not a single strand of hair would come back to me and the only thing that I would gain from complaining is one very sore throat. Trying not to look downcast, I walked out of the parlour. Seeing that I did not like my new hairstyle, my mother and I, along with my brother, headed to the "Lollipop Shop". In it, my mother and I spent about half an hour to find some headbands and banana clips to accessorize my hair and cheer me up. After deciding that I wanted a purple - and - black headband, a blue one for school and an extra one that was pink and polka - dotted with white, my mom and I purchased all of the items and headed out of the store, where my slightly impatient brother was waiting.
After we reached the house, I kept on silently fussing over my new hair. I thought lots of negative things - from 'My fringe is too short...' to 'I wonder what my classmates will say!' However, surprisingly, I soon got used to the new hairstyle and grew oblivious to it. (Sorry if I misused the word "oblivious"!) I began to see things on a happier edge, and I forgot about the changes. In the end, I was pretty happy with the shorter cut as it was lighter and bouncier.
Although I was fine with the cut, I still couldn't get over the fact that I looked totally different when my hair was tied up. I decided to put up with it, as my classmates couldn't really bother... And they didn't! :)
Anyway, I'm sorry for not going into the deeper details of my night, but I have to get my mind off the computer and focus on trying to ace my exam... I think that you'll find more details in a previous post. In the meantime, keep reading and writing, and always remember that you can do anything if you persevere!:)
Sincerely and with the warmest regards,
Kirsten Clare, the founder of Kirsten Clare's diary.
Exams tomorrow! :(
Hi again guys! I'm extremely scared for tomorrow... And guess what's up? Yep, you're right... EXAMS!!! :(( I'm really anxious, but I just hope that I will remember everything that my teacher has taught me. I'm having my Maths exam tomorrow, and I had my English exam today. On Friday, I'm going to have my Science exam... And I'm super nervous because of two main reasons: I really want to score well because I'm aiming for getting a Band 1 in all my subjects to achieve the top spot in my class or even in the whole level, and all the exams are in one week! :'(
I know that I need to really drill for tomorrow's exam because I'm not super sure that I'll score a *perfect* score in English. I've been doing Maths Drills, and so far I've been doing OK. My only problems are my calculation and my careless mistakes. For example, we are given 2 people, Veronica and Harley. They want to know how much Harley has... But I give them how much Veronica has! That's one of the reasons for my careless mistakes. I really hope that tomorrow I will be more alert and less prone to these kinds of mistakes.
Are you having exams too? Now, in Singapore, it's exam time. However, the bonus is that, when our exam ends, it's H - O - L - I - D - A - Y time!!! This is the time that students really crave. You know the bonuses - getting to wake up late is one of them.
Anyway, if you are having exams, remember to drill yourself hard! I'm sure that if you work hard enough, your hard work will pay off. Just persevere, and you can do anything. Remember that! :D
Thanks for reading my post! :)
Sincerely and with regards,
Kirsten Clare, founder of Kirsten Clare's Diary :D
Friday 4 May 2012
Hi Y'all! (Also contains "My First Day Of School Part 1")
Hi again guys! :) I'm sorry for not writing since my last entry on the 7th of December. I just was too caught up in school to remember the blog, but after rereading my Timeline on Facebook, I realised that I had one post about the blog (made in 2011) and I felt unhappy about "abandoning" it for such a long time.
Anyway, I'm back with more news for the school year. First, let's start with the first day of school...
The first day of school for grade 4 made me extremely nervous, and I had fits the night before just thinking about it. New classmates, new BFFs, maybe a new teacher... I was going to have to get used to being in such new surroundings.
As my mother shook my shoulder, I snapped awake. Blinking sleepily at my mum, I tried to understand why I had to get up so early. I was used to waking up late in the December holidays, and I couldn't figure out why my mom was looming over me and telling me to take a bath. Then, suddenly, my mind snapped into 'alert mode'. I sat up immediately after my mum had left the room and rubbed my eyes hurriedly. Glancing at my watch, I gasped. It was already 6.05?! Oh man, I was going to be sooooo late! Jumping out of my bed awkwardly as if I had been bitten by a black widow, I ran out of the room and turned on the lights of my bathroom. After I had changed into my school uniform, I half - ran - and - half - walked to the dining table. Eating my breakfast as quickly as I could, I glanced at the white clock on the wall. 6.45! I shot up and figuratively ran to the kitchen, placing my plate in the sink. I couldn't be late! Hurrying, I rushed out of the door with my brother, who had gotten ready for school with me. As I continuously jabbed the lift button, my brother poked his head slightly out of the corridor and examined the students who were scurrying about in the lift lobby below. Finally, the lift arrived and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Upon reaching school, I quickly sat down in my class' line (my class is T1) and pulled out a story book to read. I tried reading the book, but, unlike the previous days where this book was entirely engulfing and interesting to me, I wasn't paying any attention to it at all. I kept on looking around nervously to see if I could spot my form - class teacher. However, with the many teachers sitting around and chatting happily, I couldn't tell one apart from the other. So, I just decided to see if any of my new classmates were ones that I knew... And I could spot a few! They were Lok Yan (she was in my CCA group last year but quit after finding it too difficult), Edmund (he was in my class since Primary 2), Leroy (he lives on the ninth floor on my block), Trixie (she was in my class since Primary 2 as well), Jon (she was in my class in Primary 2), Akshaya (I barely knew her, but Trixie introduced me to her last year), Sarah (she's very popular), Dao Yong (he was in my class last year), Geraint (he was in my class since Primary 2), Angeline (she was in my class since Primary 2) and Clement (he was in my class last year). Wow! I knew so many of them! I couldn't believe that I thought I was going to be lonely in the first place. Trembling with anxiety and excitement, I quietly greeted all my friends and turned back to my book. I always heard one of my classmates' voices behind, and I couldn't concentrate... It was then that I knew that this year was going to be tough. I could only focus on my book when I knew every single person in my class... And doing that in the first day was not going to be an easy task.
Okay... That's it for part 1. I hope that I will be able to publish part 2 as soon as possible, but for now, I think that my post is long enough. I really am glad that you still check my blog for entries... And be warned that, in - between the different "parts" of "My First Day Of School", I will be entering some more entries based on my daily life. I think that i can't really catch up with you on the rest of the year, and I regret that very much... But hey, you can't turn back time... right? :) I've got to accept what I already have and work on with it form there.
Best Regards,
Kirsten Clare.
P.S. Happy reading! :D
Anyway, I'm back with more news for the school year. First, let's start with the first day of school...
The first day of school for grade 4 made me extremely nervous, and I had fits the night before just thinking about it. New classmates, new BFFs, maybe a new teacher... I was going to have to get used to being in such new surroundings.
As my mother shook my shoulder, I snapped awake. Blinking sleepily at my mum, I tried to understand why I had to get up so early. I was used to waking up late in the December holidays, and I couldn't figure out why my mom was looming over me and telling me to take a bath. Then, suddenly, my mind snapped into 'alert mode'. I sat up immediately after my mum had left the room and rubbed my eyes hurriedly. Glancing at my watch, I gasped. It was already 6.05?! Oh man, I was going to be sooooo late! Jumping out of my bed awkwardly as if I had been bitten by a black widow, I ran out of the room and turned on the lights of my bathroom. After I had changed into my school uniform, I half - ran - and - half - walked to the dining table. Eating my breakfast as quickly as I could, I glanced at the white clock on the wall. 6.45! I shot up and figuratively ran to the kitchen, placing my plate in the sink. I couldn't be late! Hurrying, I rushed out of the door with my brother, who had gotten ready for school with me. As I continuously jabbed the lift button, my brother poked his head slightly out of the corridor and examined the students who were scurrying about in the lift lobby below. Finally, the lift arrived and I heaved a sigh of relief.
Upon reaching school, I quickly sat down in my class' line (my class is T1) and pulled out a story book to read. I tried reading the book, but, unlike the previous days where this book was entirely engulfing and interesting to me, I wasn't paying any attention to it at all. I kept on looking around nervously to see if I could spot my form - class teacher. However, with the many teachers sitting around and chatting happily, I couldn't tell one apart from the other. So, I just decided to see if any of my new classmates were ones that I knew... And I could spot a few! They were Lok Yan (she was in my CCA group last year but quit after finding it too difficult), Edmund (he was in my class since Primary 2), Leroy (he lives on the ninth floor on my block), Trixie (she was in my class since Primary 2 as well), Jon (she was in my class in Primary 2), Akshaya (I barely knew her, but Trixie introduced me to her last year), Sarah (she's very popular), Dao Yong (he was in my class last year), Geraint (he was in my class since Primary 2), Angeline (she was in my class since Primary 2) and Clement (he was in my class last year). Wow! I knew so many of them! I couldn't believe that I thought I was going to be lonely in the first place. Trembling with anxiety and excitement, I quietly greeted all my friends and turned back to my book. I always heard one of my classmates' voices behind, and I couldn't concentrate... It was then that I knew that this year was going to be tough. I could only focus on my book when I knew every single person in my class... And doing that in the first day was not going to be an easy task.
Okay... That's it for part 1. I hope that I will be able to publish part 2 as soon as possible, but for now, I think that my post is long enough. I really am glad that you still check my blog for entries... And be warned that, in - between the different "parts" of "My First Day Of School", I will be entering some more entries based on my daily life. I think that i can't really catch up with you on the rest of the year, and I regret that very much... But hey, you can't turn back time... right? :) I've got to accept what I already have and work on with it form there.
Best Regards,
Kirsten Clare.
P.S. Happy reading! :D
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