Amidst a student's ruthless pursuit of both academic results and future, there has never been much room for the niceties of life.
As depressing as this statement seems, it is impossible to escape the undeniable truth that a student's inability to deliver the goods in the exam hall - no matter how hardworking he or she normally may be - will be met, not with a caring arm of support around the shoulders, but with an avalanche of derision from the insatiable and blood-thirsty parents, relatives, scholarship sponsors, and so on so forth.
While mulling and mourning over just how unfair this can be, spare a thought for the particular student who will wake up in the next morning to find out that everyone who has high expectations and hopes on him, blaming him for the blunders and carelessness he made - no matter how much effort he gave.
Whilst the myriad of gory lecture from these target setters may seem a little harsh, this particular student, who until the final exam results came calling from the university, had been so dedicated to his work previously, will surely nod his head and agree with what the impassioned scribes have been busy telling their friends and relative - he is stupid and useless.
Recognition for efforts? There are none, and there will never be one. No people in this world will assess others based on their efforts. This is because, results matter the most, efforts matter none. Believe it or not, make an appointment with a high ranking manager for an interview session and you'll get an answer similar to mine, and it's a cruel reality.
Anyway, the 'impassioned scribes' are exclusive of my parents. I'm glad that they are supportive. But I still feel sorry for myself, for my inability to convert my efforts into good results. I'm writing this for the others who've worked hard as well, to give them credits and some sense of fairness in this world. Though it doesn't exist, but because it's unfair, the world is fair. Just like a piano, there are black and white keys. We might have hit the wrong key, but our time will come someday.
As depressing as this statement seems, it is impossible to escape the undeniable truth that a student's inability to deliver the goods in the exam hall - no matter how hardworking he or she normally may be - will be met, not with a caring arm of support around the shoulders, but with an avalanche of derision from the insatiable and blood-thirsty parents, relatives, scholarship sponsors, and so on so forth.
While mulling and mourning over just how unfair this can be, spare a thought for the particular student who will wake up in the next morning to find out that everyone who has high expectations and hopes on him, blaming him for the blunders and carelessness he made - no matter how much effort he gave.
Whilst the myriad of gory lecture from these target setters may seem a little harsh, this particular student, who until the final exam results came calling from the university, had been so dedicated to his work previously, will surely nod his head and agree with what the impassioned scribes have been busy telling their friends and relative - he is stupid and useless.
Recognition for efforts? There are none, and there will never be one. No people in this world will assess others based on their efforts. This is because, results matter the most, efforts matter none. Believe it or not, make an appointment with a high ranking manager for an interview session and you'll get an answer similar to mine, and it's a cruel reality.
Anyway, the 'impassioned scribes' are exclusive of my parents. I'm glad that they are supportive. But I still feel sorry for myself, for my inability to convert my efforts into good results. I'm writing this for the others who've worked hard as well, to give them credits and some sense of fairness in this world. Though it doesn't exist, but because it's unfair, the world is fair. Just like a piano, there are black and white keys. We might have hit the wrong key, but our time will come someday.
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