this is a my eng compo. it's stupid. i dont even noe wht i'm talking abt!

Difference. Although this is a simple word, it contains great meaning that is difficult
to understand. Making difference is even harder; it will have to take you a lot of
courage and a lot of efforts.
I was wishing that I will be able to go back in time to have a second chance and to
make the correct choice that will determine my destiny, my entire life. Well, if only I
had known. Once we made a choice, we would not be able to turn back in time to
change it. How I wish that I could turn the minute hand of the clock in an anti-clockwise
direction and rewind every single thing to start a new fresh life. Well, I know that that is
absolutely impossible. If only I can... Yeah, if only, if only...
I know that and I guess I am too foolish to make the wrong choice. If only the God
will forgive me and appear in front of me right now to give me a second chance. It
happened about a few months ago in the year 2006, a busy and a fretting time for all
primary six students who are preparing for PSLE.
I was quite young then, a foolish little girl I am, now to think of it. Everything was
very different then. I was still in studying in my primary school, preparing to take my
Primary School Leaving Examinations. Almost all my friends were busy preparing for
the examinations that will determine their future life. Well, I was cheeky and
playful then and I did not care anything about examinations. All I did all day was play,
play and play. I guess I was too young to understand the concept of life. It was then
after I made the choice that I began to regret. The consequences was definitely
worse than what I thought it would be. The bitterness cannot be described.
I was very carefree and very much enjoying myself. Even the day before the first
subject of the PSLE started, I was still playing. I thought too high of myself, I guessed.
I was thinking, 'Who cares about that PSLE anyway? People keep saying that it's a
very important examination in one's life but why? What's so great about PSLE ?' Well,
it was now then I know just how important PSLE is. Sigh, if only I had studied harder, I
might get into a better school.
My mother nagged me every single day for me to revise my work, but unfortunately, I
turned a deaf ear to her. I could have tried listening to her instead of doing my own
stubborn way.
I panicked the moment I received my papers during the examinations period and the
colour on my face drained. I guessed that was when I started to get worried. REAL
worried. My heart started to pump as wildly as a tiger chasing madly for its poor prey.
Beads of perspiration appeared on my forehead. I was going mad. I thought I was
going to faint, right there in the examination room. Crazy thoughts started to tangled up
in my mind. All I wanted to do was just to scream my head off, letting all the stress that
had totaled up in my head get their freedom. Of course, I cannot do that in the middle
of the examination room, right? My classmates might think that I am nuts.
Almost every single subject was very hard. I prayed real hard about my results after
the examinations. I always got a grade B for my Science and Mathematics, so these
are the main two subjects that I was very, very worried about.
The day when the results released, I went back to school to get my results. My heart
was drumming against my ears as I tried to calm myself down. All my friends were as
worried as I was. When my form teacher handed me my result slip, my heart was
already at my throat. I was so nervous that my hands keep sweating. I took over the
result slip but dare not look at my results. I was so scared that I would get very bad
results.
The moment had come. I took a very deep breath and slowly exhaled. I turned over
the result slip my heart almost missed a beat. Okay, my heart practically stopped. My
score for PSLE is 237! I almost choked on my heart. I was flying over cloud nine. I had
gotten grade A for all my subjects and a merit for my Higher Mother Tongue! I was a
little bit sad, though, because I usually got a distinction for my Higher Mother Tongue.
But I was okay with it. Most of my friends got higher score than me. But they totally
deserve it because they had been studying very hard while I was idling around. I guess
I should satisfy with my marks already...
With a score of 237, I chose Fuhua Secondary School as my first choice and yes, I
got into that school. I have made a difference by going to Fuhua Secondary
School. Because, by going to Fuhua Secondary School, I changed my life. I get to know
the new friends now I hang out with. All of these was thanks to my PSLE score and my
playfulness. Although I am happy here in Fuhua Secondary School, I could not
help thinking that if I had put more work in my revision, maybe I could get into a better
school? My life was now very different from the past one. I was scarred in my old life
and I was happy for a difference in my life. But I still wish to go back in time to remove
my scar, a wound that will never be recovered...

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