Date: Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Time: 10:49 pm

Before she went, she asked, who said: "Success is a lousy teacher." STUNNED* "Bill Gates"

erm.. so?

So mrs. ooi, the philosophical one left us with this well obvious quote one year ago, mebbe even more, before she ended our first math lesson in sec 3. yup i confess, she's monotonous and her tests are as lovely as murderers. so math recently was an epidemic that wiped out the human race, and her lulaby plays on....

yet, there is this undebatable, uncontested feeling of respect for this puny lady, the same lady who was advised to change her job due to throat infection. yet, there is space to expand before the boundaries when she bombards us with numbers and symbols that dun seem to make any sense. yet, it seems that determination to scale her mountain of work (LITERALLY) flowed unceasingly.

i wun say that my love for math multiplied after my mind was "integrated with respect to" the subject, nor will i say the willingness to do her work decreases. rather, the "derivative" of her wisdom dawned new light on "never never never give up" - churchill. and it was so, m for math and murderer and monster... you name it.

m is for mental muscles too; will power in other words. seemingly, though she spams difficult questions to challenge us, we manage to arrive at the end, in the end. this pricks us to think that the path is there, find it. its poke prods us forward to discover what the mountains have to offer, not just in monstrous math, but also in every dead end we find ourselves in.

just a week ago, she asked what the first quote she told us was. indeed failure may prove to be a better teacher.

however the deadend never fails to squeeze a groan of disappointment and despair out of us. turn back, if we must to achieve our goal. yet, the challenge is clear. it is neither running back in haste to find the next possibility, or jump to catch a glimpse, to seek a clue. it is thinking out of the box, to think in spite of despair and exhaustion; it is flapping your wings and fly. after all, the sky is the limit.