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We are not robots

It's Wednesday and my first paper would be next Monday. One of the most hated periods of our lives, well most of us dread them, are really the pre-examination periods. The moment you wake up, it's just you and the books, you take breaks whenever you need them, and then you continue facing the books. I have to admit, isn't this a teeny bit sad? I mean, besides the wondrous things you can attain with excellent academic achievement, the whole cycle is just plain flat.

Few of the things I thought about during my breaktime are the greater things out there. I thought about this because I was frying an egg to satisfy my stomach, and when I was peeling the onions, I teared. Well most of the time I didn't tear as much as this one, and me, after many years of having learnt that onions make you cry, am still amazed. I'm amazed how such creations can actually cause such a strong physiological reaction from humans.

The other thing I thought about was really how I'm going to live my university years. If you ask me which one I'd want (and if I REALLY have to choose) between achieving a high CAP score, or gaining wonderful experiences and making all these years memorable, I'd choose the latter. No matter what, I believe in living. Of forming wonderful bonds with the amazing people out there and just enjoying the time here, and most of all, enjoy learning. What I fear most is really how education could possibly make learning a chore, and making us all feel like robots, sucking information and regurgitating when it comes to examinations. Ain't we all better than computers? But of course we should all strive for the best, excellence both in academic and experiences.

Oh just a sidenote (and this isn't a biased point of view), studying developmental psych really enlightened me a great deal, and especially providing insights on how to be good parents haha!

Ok, back to studying.

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