I know. I've been lazy because I haven't been updating on my blog.
Nope - it has nothing to do with my work, 'cause I havent been working OT lately. In fact, I think I've been slacking WAY too much. But this is an entirely different story altogether.
SO.
You're probably wondering where my Life is going now.
-blows-
I'll be honest: I have been rejected by MOE for my application to teaching. Why, I do not know. I didn't get any rejection letter from NTU ... but I know, 'cause one of the professors called me down for an interview/chat session last friday. His name is Professor Neil Murphy, and he is the deputy head professor for my second choice - Eng Lit.
He was brutally honest with me, and I really appreciate that. I don't see a point feeling sorry and disappointed I didn't get what I want. Things happened for a reason - a philosophy I always believed in, and perhaps my rejection tells me I wasn't cut out for teaching. Perhaps my life was meant to be something else ... after all, why was it that I always ended up with some things in Life, no matter how I tried to change it? English Lit was one of them - all my life, I've never considered this subject as something I would major in, until now.
But that aside.
In the short 15 mins or so chat I had with Prof Murphy, he told me that the Lit course was interested in me. I don't know what was it that struck them, but to me, one person's loss is another's gain. MOE don't want me in the system? - that's ok. I'll probably find something better out there. I just know. Plus the promise that he would recommend me to the admin dean of the Uni ... that was just something I wasn't expecting, especially when the fact remains: my results wasn't as good as many students out there.
But still, to know that someone saw some kind of potential in me - it was just good, you know. And it helped me find some kind of hope, when hope was merely an ember in my Life.
Then came the next BIG surprise. I wasn't even expecting it: I finally received the enrolment package from NUS. I saw it one evening when I opened the mail box. In fact I wasn't feeling all too enthu about Uni and higher education when Cherie rang me to tell me her news. That got me sprinting out of the house, half-dressed, screaming away. And the first thing I saw when I opened the letter box - A FAT BROWN PACKAGE. When I tore it opened and read through the acceptance letter, I couldn't believe my eyes.
FASS, and my name.
I thought I was asleep.
After all, people who had done better than me couldn't get in... and someone with BBE had a chance?! GOSH! - I was lucky.
But still, I'm not going to accept the place yet. I'm still waiting, pinning my hopes and dreams in NTU, and on Professor Murphy. In two weeks time, I shall know where my Life was going. And then I'll probably understand what I had been looking for all these while.
I know. I've been lazy because I haven't been updating on my blog.
Nope - it has nothing to do with my work, 'cause I havent been working OT lately. In fact, I think I've been slacking WAY too much. But this is an entirely different story altogether.
SO.
You're probably wondering where my Life is going now.
-blows-
I'll be honest: I have been rejected by MOE for my application to teaching. Why, I do not know. I didn't get any rejection letter from NTU ... but I know, 'cause one of the professors called me down for an interview/chat session last friday. His name is Professor Neil Murphy, and he is the deputy head professor for my second choice - Eng Lit.
He was brutally honest with me, and I really appreciate that. I don't see a point feeling sorry and disappointed I didn't get what I want. Things happened for a reason - a philosophy I always believed in, and perhaps my rejection tells me I wasn't cut out for teaching. Perhaps my life was meant to be something else ... after all, why was it that I always ended up with some things in Life, no matter how I tried to change it? English Lit was one of them - all my life, I've never considered this subject as something I would major in, until now.
But that aside.
In the short 15 mins or so chat I had with Prof Murphy, he told me that the Lit course was interested in me. I don't know what was it that struck them, but to me, one person's loss is another's gain. MOE don't want me in the system? - that's ok. I'll probably find something better out there. I just know. Plus the promise that he would recommend me to the admin dean of the Uni ... that was just something I wasn't expecting, especially when the fact remains: my results wasn't as good as many students out there.
But still, to know that someone saw some kind of potential in me - it was just good, you know. And it helped me find some kind of hope, when hope was merely an ember in my Life.
Then came the next BIG surprise. I wasn't even expecting it: I finally received the enrolment package from NUS. I saw it one evening when I opened the mail box. In fact I wasn't feeling all too enthu about Uni and higher education when Cherie rang me to tell me her news. That got me sprinting out of the house, half-dressed, screaming away. And the first thing I saw when I opened the letter box - A FAT BROWN PACKAGE. When I tore it opened and read through the acceptance letter, I couldn't believe my eyes.
FASS, and my name.
I thought I was asleep.
After all, people who had done better than me couldn't get in... and someone with BBE had a chance?! GOSH! - I was lucky.
But still, I'm not going to accept the place yet. I'm still waiting, pinning my hopes and dreams in NTU, and on Professor Murphy. In two weeks time, I shall know where my Life was going. And then I'll probably understand what I had been looking for all these while.
-; little lotte } @ 11:31 PM
the superficial world.
