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Day 9: Education

Sorry assignments (and new tv shows) had me trapped last week!

Evidently since my parents are paying an obscene amount of money for me to go to school here, they think it’s important and I’ve been brought up in a culture where it’s necessary to share the same sentiment; to be on a paper chase since entering primary school; to be constantly reminded that, despite what the self-help books in the shoddy part of the library say, a degree is the most crucial asset if you want to survive in the non-design industries of Singapore. I say this with a tinge of bitterness because I actually do really want this degree (or I won’t have bothered coming here at all) but I hate that it’s a standard requirement back home.

Also one last thing I hate about Singapore education: everyone says it’s okay to get a B or a C but you know they’re lying to your face because they’re relieved you didn’t get the A. People want As all the time and I know this since I will never settle for less than an A. I know it’s a very Singaporean mindset and it’s one that might eventually kill me ._. Still, it is the most glorious feeling to get your grades back and see an A scribbled on the edge of the paper. So AZN lor but w/e, bitches better recognize there is a brilliant mind underneath all these oppressive layers of hijab LOL