Hao Ying Wen
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Written by a Grade 11 student:
A Frustrating Story
TICK TOCK! Help.
I feel unwell. I’m trapped, frustrated, and tired. I am bound by walls of paper, I could break them – I truly can, yet, I am trapped. My eyes are lost in the vast bleak whiteness, my mind bends under the pressure-searching for an idea, for a subject, for anything to escape.
TICK TOCK! Time is passing, the walls are closing in.
The end blooms before me, time is short. I reach out in vain, trying to start, trying to escape. The wall pushes back, it is flawless, it is featureless, its white purity rejects my taint. I press on. I must escape.
TICK TOCK! The deadline closes in.
To my horror this body hesitates –unused to the unknown, unsure of the outcome, crippled by uncertainty. Sweat trickles down my back, my breathing becomes labored, dread settles in. The wall comes, preparing to strike. I panic, I try to turn away but my eyes will not follow, locked to the wall, lost in the white void.
TICK TOCK! The time has come, the deadline strikes!
My mind breaks under the pressure. I give up.
(The student’s G12 English essay is 97 out of 100)
Written by a Grade 8 student:
The Math Tutor
Charles could not believe his ears. Was he hearing the right thing or was he going insane? It took a few moments for the true meaning of his mother’s words to sing deep into his brain, and for him to comprehend what she really implied.
“A math tutor? You’re kidding mom!”
“No dear, a math tutor is just what you need to improve in school!”
A math tutor meant a lot of work and practice which meant a lot less time with his friends. Sure, math was the only subject that held him from honor roll in school but a math tutor? He could already picture the jeering and mocking faces of his friends he would surely face if he told them. He vowed that he would keep silent to prevent extreme humiliation.
“Find, but when is it starting mom?”
“Tomorrow morning at 9:00 am.”
“What?! But tomorrow is a Sunday and we were planning to hang out.”
“I’m sure ‘hanging out’ can wait.”
Charles stared in disbelief. He had planned to go to the movies with his friend Bill, Luke and Amy. Instead, he would have to spend three whole hours working on math. Three whole hours! He could not ever imagine being able to sit that long working on a boring and pointless subject as math. A wave of disappointment and anger surged through him and he stomped up the stairs to his room where he purposely slammed his door. The sound vibrated through the whole house and Charles was pleased. If he could change the arrival of the tutor, he would try to make his mom feel really guilty about it.
The day trudged on and soon the darkness of night fell. Charles got into bed and tried not to imagine the next day. He closed his eyes it felt like he had only slept on hour when he was shaken awake and opened his eyes to find the bright glow of morning and his mom standing over him.
“It’s time for your math dear, dear.”
Groaning, Charles got dressed, ate breakfast and brushed his teeth. He heard the doorbell ring and his heart sank. His mom opened the front door to reveal a young woman, maybe in her twenties.
Introductions were made and Charles discovered that his math tutor was called Laura Paulsen and she had a math degree in university. Charles didn’t want to admit it but the lesson wasn’t that bad. Laura was really nice and patiently explained everything to him. When the lesson was done, Charles already felt a bit smarter.
And so the lessons went on every Sunday and even though his friends thought it was very strange the he wasn’t available any Sunday, and they did not pursue the question much. Meanwhile, Charles began to understand math ad realized that it was actually really fun.
At school on Monday, the math teacher announced that there was going to be a math test the next day. Everyone went home to study very hard except for Charles. He and his father went to the movies and had a blast. The next day, all students except for Charles had their heads down and intensely concentrated on the hard test. Charles thought it was so easy that he started laughing.
At lunch, everyone was talking about how hard the math test was, Amy asked Charles for his opinion on the test and he replied, “That test was nothing. I aced it.”
He leisurely walked away with a smug smile while friends all gasped at him. He had learned an important lesson: Great passion requires great sacrifice.
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All students yearn for excellence in learning. Their minds, their hearts and their souls thirst for serious reading and effective writing. But many of them don’t come as easily as they would like. The success for it is hard won. Deep down they resist this fact. They hope somehow they would make it without much effort. For most of them, this is simply a pipe dream that will never come true.
However, we now do notice some students do seem to succeed in written communication as shown from the work I sent to you. These students’ success secrets lie in their tremendous effort in seeking with earnest to understand the operational system of the English language. Their enhanced understanding is paid off, paid off big and huge!
Learn to write big and good & good write just right!
A Frustrating Story
TICK TOCK! Help.
I feel unwell. I’m trapped, frustrated, and tired. I am bound by walls of paper, I could break them – I truly can, yet, I am trapped. My eyes are lost in the vast bleak whiteness, my mind bends under the pressure-searching for an idea, for a subject, for anything to escape.
TICK TOCK! Time is passing, the walls are closing in.
The end blooms before me, time is short. I reach out in vain, trying to start, trying to escape. The wall pushes back, it is flawless, it is featureless, its white purity rejects my taint. I press on. I must escape.
TICK TOCK! The deadline closes in.
To my horror this body hesitates –unused to the unknown, unsure of the outcome, crippled by uncertainty. Sweat trickles down my back, my breathing becomes labored, dread settles in. The wall comes, preparing to strike. I panic, I try to turn away but my eyes will not follow, locked to the wall, lost in the white void.
TICK TOCK! The time has come, the deadline strikes!
My mind breaks under the pressure. I give up.
(The student’s G12 English essay is 97 out of 100)
Written by a Grade 8 student:
The Math Tutor
Charles could not believe his ears. Was he hearing the right thing or was he going insane? It took a few moments for the true meaning of his mother’s words to sing deep into his brain, and for him to comprehend what she really implied.
“A math tutor? You’re kidding mom!”
“No dear, a math tutor is just what you need to improve in school!”
A math tutor meant a lot of work and practice which meant a lot less time with his friends. Sure, math was the only subject that held him from honor roll in school but a math tutor? He could already picture the jeering and mocking faces of his friends he would surely face if he told them. He vowed that he would keep silent to prevent extreme humiliation.
“Find, but when is it starting mom?”
“Tomorrow morning at 9:00 am.”
“What?! But tomorrow is a Sunday and we were planning to hang out.”
“I’m sure ‘hanging out’ can wait.”
Charles stared in disbelief. He had planned to go to the movies with his friend Bill, Luke and Amy. Instead, he would have to spend three whole hours working on math. Three whole hours! He could not ever imagine being able to sit that long working on a boring and pointless subject as math. A wave of disappointment and anger surged through him and he stomped up the stairs to his room where he purposely slammed his door. The sound vibrated through the whole house and Charles was pleased. If he could change the arrival of the tutor, he would try to make his mom feel really guilty about it.
The day trudged on and soon the darkness of night fell. Charles got into bed and tried not to imagine the next day. He closed his eyes it felt like he had only slept on hour when he was shaken awake and opened his eyes to find the bright glow of morning and his mom standing over him.
“It’s time for your math dear, dear.”
Groaning, Charles got dressed, ate breakfast and brushed his teeth. He heard the doorbell ring and his heart sank. His mom opened the front door to reveal a young woman, maybe in her twenties.
Introductions were made and Charles discovered that his math tutor was called Laura Paulsen and she had a math degree in university. Charles didn’t want to admit it but the lesson wasn’t that bad. Laura was really nice and patiently explained everything to him. When the lesson was done, Charles already felt a bit smarter.
And so the lessons went on every Sunday and even though his friends thought it was very strange the he wasn’t available any Sunday, and they did not pursue the question much. Meanwhile, Charles began to understand math ad realized that it was actually really fun.
At school on Monday, the math teacher announced that there was going to be a math test the next day. Everyone went home to study very hard except for Charles. He and his father went to the movies and had a blast. The next day, all students except for Charles had their heads down and intensely concentrated on the hard test. Charles thought it was so easy that he started laughing.
At lunch, everyone was talking about how hard the math test was, Amy asked Charles for his opinion on the test and he replied, “That test was nothing. I aced it.”
He leisurely walked away with a smug smile while friends all gasped at him. He had learned an important lesson: Great passion requires great sacrifice.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
All students yearn for excellence in learning. Their minds, their hearts and their souls thirst for serious reading and effective writing. But many of them don’t come as easily as they would like. The success for it is hard won. Deep down they resist this fact. They hope somehow they would make it without much effort. For most of them, this is simply a pipe dream that will never come true.
However, we now do notice some students do seem to succeed in written communication as shown from the work I sent to you. These students’ success secrets lie in their tremendous effort in seeking with earnest to understand the operational system of the English language. Their enhanced understanding is paid off, paid off big and huge!
Learn to write big and good & good write just right!
