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And suddenly I feel the wind again

The last few days have been something of an emotional turmoil for me. I’m scared of the O-level results. I’m praying hard that I’ll get the results I want, though I highly doubt it, because I know I screwed up badly.

Some people will be leaving soon. I can’t fault them for their choice, because that’s what is truly best for them. My physics teacher told me something – the examination certificate that displays all “A” grades looks the best. I suppose it just boils down to the academic excellence that we’d all like to achieve. So I look at Arts, and compare it with Science. Yet still I can’t fathom myself in Arts, because though my grades are better in Arts, that’s not really where I belong.

Shooting. My blood, sweat and tears for a year now. Some people try to take it away from me. I only have this to say – I’ve sacrificed a lot for my training. Just ask anyone who knows me very well. I gave up leisure outings for training. I reach home past 9 every night because of training. If they want to take my place in the team, they’ll just have to prove their worth. Because in the end it still boils down to results, and I’m not going to give up my place so easily.

I just hope that at the Nationals this year, it’ll pay off, and the team will go down in history as the team that trained the most, trained the hardest and performed the best. I want to create a legacy that will keep going strong for the years to come. I want people to speak of us as a legendary team that other schools find hard, even impossible, to duplicate.