Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Local universities

Today I came across something on Facebook that set to motion what I have been thinking of writing for some time.


The above is an "could-be" appeal written by a guy named Hilmi Harris (don't know him personally) if appeals were allowed to be longer than 1000 characters.

If you have read it, you would know that this guy has a GPA of 3.8, graduated with merit, got an "A" for his CCA, and has his own business. Also writes decently enough. 

Overachiever, you think. Oh no, but it is not enough for NUS! Then what is?

I am angry - both at the institution and at myself for not getting better grades in poly. In my first semester, I scored a GPA of 3.167. I thought it was ok - UNTIL I LEARNT THAT THE SYSTEM WAS ACCUMULATIVE. This meant that every semester's grade contributed to the final GPA that you would graduate with. 

I did not know what were the standards for local unis then, but it was obvious 3.167 wasn't going to cut it. I scored a 3.7 in the subsequent semester, pulling my GPA up to 3.4. Still not good enough. 

The next semester saw a cumulative GPA of 3.5, and my grades has always hovered around this number ever since. It got harder and harder to pull up my GPA, and I honestly don't know if it's because of the project work or from the fact that I didn't give my all in some modules. I suspect it's a mix of both. I graduated with a GPA of 3.65, and I was accepted to NTU. However, I was rejected from NUS.

This is the part where anger at the institution comes in. Yes, there are many people with GPAs and achievements far better than mine, and if there is no space because of them, perhaps my anger would have been unreasonable. BUT:

1) As seen above, this Hilmi Harris guy did not get accepted, even when his achievements are far superior to mine (sad, I know).

2) I have heard of JC kids with shit grades that are accepted. When I say shit, I mean shit. Amanda told me about some girl who scored a CCCD and is studying psychology in FASS - the faculty that I applied for.

Some may argue that studying in a JC is not easy, which is why it is a "guaranteed route" to a local university. I agree. I agree that studying in a JC is not easy, but neither is studying in a polytechnic.  Look at it this way: in JCs, it is 2 years worth of hard work and consistency. But in a poly, it is 3 years of hard work and EVEN MORE consistency, due to the cumulative system.

A polytechnic student's education is not based solely on understanding concepts and memorizing them. We are sent out to work in the relevant industries, which tests more of attitude and adaptability than mugging skills. Is this not what local unis want?

Yes - a poly student graduates with a diploma, which allows us to start working in the society - compared to a JC student, who has only A levels and no skills for any industry, so they must go to uni.

BUT WHY LET PEOPLE WITH SHIT GRADES IN?

Yes, if I wanted to go NUS so bad, I should have chosen to study in a JC then - more about this later. Conversely, if a student knows that he cannot do well in JC, shouldn't he have gone to poly to get a diploma, which allows him to work? (And even a chance to go to a local university, if he works insanely hard.)

3) Poly students who actually got in, but not to the faculty they want. So let's say so-and-so applied to the business school, but got rejected. They are then offered a place in FASS - which may or may not be their second choice. Even if it is their second choice, there is a possibility that it may have been a "back-up" option. But ok, you are good enough for FASS. I just don't understand: why offer the place to someone who only wants it for the cert, instead of giving it to another person who is genuinely interested in the courses?

Of course by "another person" I don't mean people with GPA of 2.0 and still want to go in la.

4) PRCs.

I am, of course, very grateful for a chance to study in NTU and I believe that I will enjoy the course I am enrolled in. Thank you, NTU. 

But yes, despite of all this, I appealed to NUS anyway. Hypocritical, you say? No - I am angry at being rejected (sorry, sore loser syndrome), but just because you are angry with something doesn't mean you don't want it, isn't it?

Now, question time! I am speaking as if a lot of people are reading this. Joke.

1) Then why didn't you go JC leh?
My first 6 choices were all JC, some of them with a cut-off point I did not meet, but some I did. I was sent to my 7th choice.

2) But you got accepted to NTU what?
Yes, and as I said I am grateful for that. But NUS offers a degree in Philosophy, and NTU at the moment, does not (though I think you can study philo as a sub). 

3) Shut up and go NTU la.
Aiya you read until here then ask me to shut up, jealous ah?

4) So after writing so much, means your GPA not high enough la?
If it were good enough I would be shoving my acceptance letter in your condescending face, would I? No, because I am not like you.

Ok bye bye!

Pimple girl

Yes, my choice of blogging material is pimples. All my friends know that I'm a real whinger when it comes to my skin, but I CAN'T HELP IT I'M BORN PIMPLY :(

Here documents my sad journey:

Age 12
FIRST BLOOD ಠ_ಠ Skin was still smooth and blemish free. Skirts were not.

Age 13
Enter metal framed specs, crooked teeth and center parting. I also wore my skirts sarong length. I remember that this upper secondary guy didn't really like to talk to me during orientation, but now I realised that it was because I was ugly. I REMEMBER YOUR NAME, GUY. 

Age 14
May have watched too much TV or read too many magazines, because I wanted to put on make-up when I went out.  HERE COMES THE FIRST PIMPLE. Honestly I don't know if it's the hormones or the make-up, but it it's the latter I wish I could kick the 14-year-old me. 

Another milestone in terms of my physical appearance: I got myself a fringe and started wearing contacts. Classmate couldn't recognise me at first and I took it as a good sign (but looking back.....). Also began folding my skirt so I could show off my satay stick legs.

Age 15
My pimples started a family and led a blessed life with plenty of offspring. Was also the year my oil glands had its opening ceremony and started distribution of sebum. Apparently business was very good, and they regularly paid their dues to the unfortunate tenant (e.g. me).

Also thought scene kids and emo freaks were cool, which explains my terrible punk tweety bird hair.

Braces were put on at the end of the year.

Age 16
It just gets worse, doesn't it?

Age 17
Thought I should do something about my skin if I wanted more friends in poly. Before this I had already visited at least 1 (can't remember) dermatologist, which was as useful as dunking my face in toilet bowl water.

I did facials regularly, despite the excruciating pain when my pimples were forced to evacuate from their homes. My face resembled a piece unevenly cooked meat after each session, but improvements were seen after quite a number of them. 

I was always putting concealer out so it wasn't that obvious.

April: I put extra large for you all to scrutinize my skin, ok?

May: HAHAHAHA AMANDA AND RACHEL



June

July

September

Start of October: Looks decent, but I was still putting concealer.

lol

End October: the day I took off my braces so my smile was like :D


October

October

November:  my skin was getting better, so I made the mistake of stopping my facials. Oh nooo



December

My old bird, who flew away later on because my father didn't latch the cage properly :(


Sob (he never allowed me to touch him)

Sob (got eaten by a cat)

December
Ok my McDonald's is here. I'll continue this another time (maybe).

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Conversation

The other day my mother and I were watching Wo Cai Wo Cai Wo Cai Cai Cai.

Contestant: I am a top locking dancer and I emerged winner in a locking competition in Singapore-

Mother: HA! LYING!

Me: How you know?

Mother: Singapore where got lock picking competition??