Wonder.

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Matriculation love

Sunday, May 22, 2016

I guess I should start updating my blog since now I am as free as a bird. Fyi I graduated from PMC officially at 26th of April. Life was hectic and suffocating. I knew how the authorities wanted us to excel by organizing tonnes of academic activities, for our sake, those were too much. A matriculation student practically studies from 8 to 5, with 2/3 hours of breaks in between. Imagine that you have to drag your lifeless body out of your dorm to attend extra classes after study hour. And then the cycle repeats. I felt that I didn't have much time left till PSPM yet they (the authorities) were stealing time from us 😭 yes I was pretty stressed out in short. And then the thing was, after the final day of examination we were required to leave the school compound asap. It was like we met and made friends just to part hastily, without graduation ceremony, not even a cert indicating we ended the programme 😅 All the words above are for PMC students only, fret not as other matriculation colleges may differ from one to one.

I guess this post is gonna be pictures after pictures of my meaningful and speedy pre-university life.