I remember the feeling I had coming out of my first couple of months' worth of lessons with Mr. Dunn back in F2.  I hated his lessons because I felt that he didn't really teach.  When my father came out of the first Parents' Information Day that year, it turned out that Mr. Dunn was the one who impressed him the most because he was the only one who wasn't singing my praises during the whole five minutes.

During the second half of F2 Maths, he actually taught outside the syllabus - that was when I started really liking him.  Those double lessons were the only reason why I actually liked my Friday timetable.  I recognised that he didn't really teach during the first few months because, in fact, there was nothing for him to teach.  The only thing that he needed to do was make sure that everyone was on the same page.  And I was a couple of pages forward, so I didn't feel like he was teaching.

F4, the year in which I got him again, this time for PE, was the only year after F3 in which I enjoyed PE.  I liked it so much that I actually attended basketball training once or twice.  I don't think I'll ever forget that look on his face when he noticed that I was in the gym.  He was full of encouragement, even for those who had no hope in whatever they were doing - I don't think I've truly found that in another teacher yet.

R.I.P. Mr. Dunn - we miss you.

I met with an MIT graduate yesterday to talk about MIT (my mother's suggestion; she gets me to talk to these uber smart people once in a while to help me figure out where I want to go). My first impression was that she looked really friendly; my second was that she looked a lot like Jennifer. As in Jennifer Hui. Part of me was staring. But anyway we [Min & I] had a pleasant talk and she drew me a map of MIT and we're friends now - I hope.

Speaking of MIT, SAT results are in four days and I'm nervous. I have been nervous for quite a while now. A little over two weeks, I think. Partly because if I screw this up then I don't care, I'm going to the UK. But oh well.

I've been looking up colleges.  And it looks like I'm more set for Chemistry courses than Physics.  And if I feel confident about applying for Chemistry, it looks like a new ballpark (kind of).

In my mother's office trying to study for Chemistry and battle the cold at the same time - they've got a new AC and my mother's got it on freaking full blast and it's freezing >_<  I should be studying for English Literature, maybe.  Gah.

Okay, so I managed to finish off the Grey's Anatomy season today.  I am still slightly addicted, I guess.  And I definitely have a sick, sick devotion to Grey's.  I won't lie, though -- I am still a little frustrated that Kaley Cuoco did not play the girl whom George saved.  She would've done a great job.  Oh, well, though, I guess you really can't have everyone playing the roles you think they'd be perfect for.  Even though Ryusei no Kizuna would've been so much better without Ninomiya Kazuya & Nishikido Ryo.  Yes, that drama weirdly enough still irks me.  Well, it's not so weird really.

So let's see.  I won't bother slapping a spoiler warning on because nobody who reads this watches Grey's anyway.  You might recognise names like Meredith & Derek, but not Arizona or Owen.  Don't worry about it.

Meredith & Derek's wedding was incredible.  You sort of knew from the very beginning that their wedding would be just like that.  I loved how Cristina pulled out everything from her scrubs for Meredith's something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue for the wedding when she heard about them going straight to City Hall.  And I loved how they had a post-it wedding because they didn't even have the time to go to City Hall.  I loved how Cristina gave Meredith a hug.  And I loved how Meredith said, with a smile on her face, "I love you, Cristina Yang."

Alex & Izzie's marriage.  The stress that they went through almost as soon as they got married, when Izzie realised that she had to make a choice between treatment and surgery.  When Alex wrote everything on post-its because Izzie had the memory of a golfish ("Your memory sucks.").  When he screamed at Cristina that "Everything is on me!"  When he ran to Izzie crying upon the realisation that Izzie actually remembered the harsh things he said.  When he said to screw the DNR and tried to save Izzie anyway.  When he sat there waiting for Izzie to wake up...  That was sad.

George as a hero.  Like I said Kaley Cuoco really should've played that part, but I guess I would've been mad to see her with anyone but Johnny Galecki (had to Google that).  Knowing that he was the guy whom the girl was describing broke my heart.  Knowing that he was the one who saved a complete stranger who had rejected him got the one response that Arizona had - "awesome".  I didn't actually realise that he was him until Meredith put "O, O...  Seven...?"  I literally screamed at the computer, "HE'S GEORGE!"

See what I mean about sick, sick devotion?

Lexie & Mark's relationship.  That was sweet.  Enough said, really.  They really do bring out the best in each other.  And for Mark to open his mouth to say "Move in"...?  Hilarious.  Sweet.

Bailey's career.  When she chose general surgeon over paediactrics.  That was heartbreaking too because she'd done all that soul-searching for basically nothing.  And Arizona was crushed too.

So all in all, I can't believe that I have to wait another four months (or five) to figure out who lives and who dies.  Damn it.