I cant' remember off-hand if I've written about the college court trials at the student court in this series on 'Remembering the "A" Level college days". Hmm... wait a minute, now I remember. Yes, I did mention about it in the article Remembering the "A" Level college days. The "scandal" with Ann, my dear sweet Ann... .
That was also the same attitude I displayed when subjected to trials at the student court. You see, most of the trials happened because I didn't attend classes for long periods. If I remember correctly, my first trial regarding the matter was only made after I missed 10 to 15 lectures. If I remember correctly too, I have also missed classes in a row for more than a week. This is of course a huge offence at my college as all the students then were either sponsored by the government or major conglomerates and thus expected to be obedient students who could perform and pass the grades while obeying the laws and regulations of the college.
I did not obey the regulations and that was very much expected out of me, the well-known rebel called Fly. But unlike most who would have problems academically if they missed even one or two classes, I continued to excel in my studies and in fact often scored full marks of 100 per cent in mathematics papers. That was why I was so supremely confident. Despite missing classes, despite not studying anything at all, I had a very agile mind which could figure a mathematical solution right on the spot, anywhere at anytime, solving problems using methods which were never thought by anyone, at least anyone of common intelligence...
The problem is I was still very much a sleepy head. In fact it got worse as you could say in the whole 2-3 months at the college leading to the next "A" Level exams, that for summer 1991, I have only practically attended maybe less than 10 hours of class. Fast forward, and soon its time to sit for the exams. Except this time I have lost something very important, the sharpness of intellect as I sat down at the exams very clouded, not able to figure out the answers as easily as it could be.
In fact I was not even operating at normal people's pace. I really couldn't find the point when this actually started to happen as just 3 months earlier at the computer software firm, I could still mentally play with large numbers fast while spontaneously without notes, charts or references write moderate level computer programs in BASIC and PASCAL. In fact just half a year before at the audit firm, I could still add and balance a spreadsheet of 10 x 30 numbers or so on paper without the need of calculators and still be able to get accurate figures in about the same or faster time than people take to input and add the numbers into a calculator.
I really did not know went wrong. More shock was to come when the results were announced. I got a D and E! That I could still remember until today. What I can't properly remember is whether the D is for Additional Maths, E for Pyschics or was it the other way around. Whatever, the invincible aura was broken. Me, the infamous genius Fly has taken a downturn.
Luckily, before I was kicked out of my original college, I took an "A" Level January paper in Mathematic and got an A which of course, I had supremely confidently predicted beforehand. Perhaps I would have done as good if I were to take the other two papers in 1990 not 1991 because of what has happened. Then, the momentum was still on my side. All I had to do was sit for the exams but I've wasted it away.
Nevertheless, it was with that A, D, E that I luckily managed to get a solid offer to study for a Bachelor of Science degree in Mathematic from a very reputable British institution, the University College of London. But with such bad grades, I couldn't fly straight to Britain as I should at least get an A, B, C or B, B, B to meet the sponsors requirement. The rules dictated that I should do the first year of studies locally under a programme called NCUK (Northen Consortium of United Kingdom) and missed the chance to study in London. At the same time Mas was offered a place at the prestigious LSE (London School of Economics) while slightly missing the grades to qualify for straight studies in the UK.
Being the lovebirds that we were then, we decided to go privately for the first year in London and get our sponsorships (actually it turned into a changeable loan programme after 1991) reconnected for the second year. So we flew there being a very contented couple. But I continued to be a sleepy head, even a worse one at that and again missed most of the classes.
While I loved Mas very much, the satan inside me lead me to blame her for the lost of my 'genius'. I thought I was alright all this while when I could have all the girls I wanted but the minute I turned into a one-woman man with this girl, my mind started getting clouded and lost its sharpness.
It took many many years later, after I've broken up our 6 years of beautiful but turbulent relationship, after she married a junior of mine that I realised it was all my own fault. With this I'd like to end the series of "Remembering the "A" Level college days" which now has 13 instalments. And I'm happy to note that this is the 333rd posting in this blogspot. Tata! :]