PSLE result day...

Oh, yes.

The day that 1/6 of the country's population waits for each year.

The day that causes 11-12 year olds and their parents either pain or joy.

The day that gambling fathers get a full supply of possible TOTO numbers.



Yes, my friend. THIS IS 'PSLE Results Day 2006'. After a student's 6-years trainning in the Primary Corse, his/her 7 days of scary Final Examination and the whole of Singapore's Primary Level Teachers' 4 days of marking the papers, it all boils down to today. Time to see if all your hardwork had paid off. Boy, I can still remember my time when I had a turn in this situation. Back then, we still had to do 50 questions in total in the Maths Paper. But I think I was the only one in my class who was able to solve Question 50, which was concidered by one and all to be the toughest of all the questions in the paper. But anyway, when I was in my school to receive my marks, the series of events were as follows:

"We all gathered into the main hall and waited with our parents for quite some time till the Principle came and gave a presentation of where the school was in the whole nation. Then there was a prize ceremony for the Top 10 GEP and Mainstreem PSLE Scorers. After that, we were told to go back to our classes, where our Form Teachers would be waiting for us to give us the result slip. Our parents had the choice of either following us or waiting for us at the Main Hall. My Mom didn't know that she could follow me into the classroom and so waited in the hall. In the classroom, the teachers would anounce the Top 10 Students and their marks. I was praying desperately to God to get a 252. That was the entry mark for ACS(I) back then(This year is the same). The next happening would then become a shocker to me. The teacher looked at her clipboard and smiled. She then said,"Alright, class. Our highest in this class is 260." We were all quite shocked and clapped in awe, each of us staring at the person he or she thought was the lucky chap. I was staring both at Pi Wei and Kevin, hoping that maybe I could be 4th or 5th runner-up. The teacher then continued, " Now the person who scored this would be Raemiguel!" The moment I heard that, I frose. All my classmates and thier parents applauded with a few "Woo"s here and there. I sat there at my desk for a few seconds, digesting the fact that God truely was with me throughout the year and heard my prayers for ACS(I), before I stood up to collect my Result Slip. When everything in the class was settled and we were dismissed, I quickly ran to my eagarly awaiting Mom in the hall. Apparently, my class took quite some time before being dismissed. So when my Mom was looking for me in the crowd of students of other classes, she thought I received such miserable results that I was crying in my classroom and my Form Teacher needed to council me. But when I showed her the results, she was stunned and stood still for a while, staring at me through her sunglasses. As her son, I knew very well that she was silently crying underneath those sunglasses of her's. Later in the afternoon, she drove me to the nearest Church she could find. It was a Catholic Church, but my Mom said it didn't matter: so long as we can praise God there. So we went inside and knealed in front of the Statue of Jesus on the cross. We praised God emotionally for about 10 minutes, giving Him all the glory he deserved. After that, we left the Church and met up with my Dad so we could have lunch at Marche, one of my most favourite eating places, for a celebration."

Well, that's how dramatic this day could get. God bless all the Primary 6s this year; may he comfort those who left Primary School with a broken heart, and may he celebrate with those who he allowed to get a good mark.

God bless you all!