The Undeserving Day

I love blogging. I honestly do. How do you think I reached 229 posts today since I first started out last year? It's just that now that holidays have taken over my life, I am more busier. Yes, you read that right. So many things i've set out to do and they are being fulfilled one by one!

So, the biggest thing that we were meant to look forward to; The NPC. National Physics Competition. Oh it was a breeze! I mean, I don't understand why on earth I was fretting on it in the first place. Just a piece of cake! I took one look and my pen worked on its own; filling out the answers for all the four questions within those 2 and a half hours.

Yes, that's what I wish I could have written. That's what I wish HAD happened- but then again, we wish for a lot of things in life. SO here's what actually happened. I shall relate the story in 3rd person because I am too depressed to refer to the person as myself.

The day before the National Physics Competition she went to her friend's house to get the mood pumping and fill all her bodily fluids with study and caffeine. Alas, what do you expect can be done within 17 hours before the competition itself? Finish and complete the Giancoli book from cover to cover? If only... if only...

So for the first time feeling so unprepared and not confident for the exam paper, she entered the exam hall, took her seat and looked at the first question. Law of thermodynamics. Okay, second question: Work. Moving on to third question: Projectile Motion.... And the final question: Momentum. The worst thing was that the question were barely understood. Even if you wanted to 'bantai', you couldn't. That's how bad it was.

Barely an hour passed, she felt like crying, could do no more and raised her hand up. "Please can I submit my paper?" she uttered. And before she handed the paper, the lecturer who took it said "Can you wait until the end of the exam? You are going to be treated to lunch." Her mouth was agape and she wanted to voice out "I don't think I deserve to be treated." But she closed her mouth back and nodded meekly. She walked out of the room and, in a daze, sat down on the bench outside. What else was there to do? Took out her sketch book and started doodling the scene infront of her. Killing time, waiting for her braver exam-mates.

An hour passed and they came. Also exasperated, exhausted and feeling much guilty of their performance - or lack of it.

Lunch came, and the exam candidates who sat for the competition (4 of them) were treated to a hearty lunch with the lecturers and they were called the "Guests of Honor". Which apparently made her feel even smaller and guiltier. These exam candidates were commented to being "role models" and it was a relief to know that "all-rounders exists". She would have felt better shrinking and climbing into a hole. And then her lecturer added, "Alia, I have something to tell you." She freezes. "Actually, I think you are a genius." Genius??? "In drawing. You're really good in drawing and I admire the way you draw." She felt like running away. Far far away. She did not deserve it. Any of it.

And that is why 30th July 2009 is called The Undeserving Day.