The Cut.
The prelims is OVER!
Yes, many exasperated sighs of relief to the emancipation of relentless days and nights of mugging! Well, at least for the time being.
It's been tough for everyone, you can see all the sweat and blood people like Luke had shed to be the cream of the crop. While some others allowed fermentation to progress in their brains, others were making effort to try. That pressure of being twisted through a tight 3 weeks was unbearable.
And it is till now, I realise how art can really suck the life out of you. The three days before we had to hand in our artpieces for prelim marking was crazy. I seriously mean INSANE... we had to stay there 12 hours a day. 12 hours. That's enough time to fly you to France. I remember how my legs ached from all the standing and painting and scurrying here-there, and how damn sian it is to even glance at the painting.
And it's not stopping there, we're 2 weeks from our deadline.
We call the subject Art. Isn't it then an expression of creativity and a vast magnitude of freedom rather than reproaching it into a fixed form. Whereby whatever we do, it must be perfect painting skills, perfect colours, perfect realism. I always thought Art was a celebration of inperfection rather than not. And then we have Iven there who says "I must attain perfection,", pretty amazing.
So we were in Elaine's classroom, getting back our Combined Humanities results, and Luke got 62. Then Elaine announced Marco's result - 62.5, highest in class, 0.5 from Luke. And this immediately threw Luke into a state of anguish/disappointment.
Luke, a minute after Marco's result was announced.
He just couldn't bear to get a B4 for humans, it means he might not be able to go SAJC first 3 months... and I guess he took it hard. Big time. Yep...
Anyway, God Bless!