A lil background, to go on

The previous year, I enrolled and survived through the horror that was Cambridge A-levels, also taken at BAC. It was a special course (horrifyingly named the "Express Route" - with good reason) where I was only allowed to take two fixed subjects (Law & Economics) to be completed in 7 months (to those who know how A-levels works, this meant that AS and A2 papers were to be taken together). I was fresh out of a public high school so I was pretty much just thrown head long into a rigorous fast paced subject which I had little time to grasp.

 

To be fair, i wasn't exactly a model student. It was the first time I was left to independently explore the city centre, so I traversed the many shopping malls, eateries and especially the cinemas (I must have watched dozens & dozens of movies that year) and skipped classes at random. When the examination day came, I only started studying the night before and the hours leading into the exam. I know. I know, that was terribly foolish of me, but the part of me that procrastinated a lot was just too strong.

I was ready for a certificate of failure when I trudged through the office doors to receive my results, but it was a miracle. I must have done some sort of good deed that year, because I actually passed. I got a D for Economics and an E for Law. Dismal, yeah. But this was miraculous, considering the few hours I spent the night before, and me drowning myself in caffeine, and Redbull with the total lack of sleep I had gotten.

This leads us to where I was put into an army style regime of studying by my father,but that's a different tale. But for now at least you know what came before.