My Confession

Dear Mum,

I was on facebook just a few minutes ago and came across this particular comic addressing someone cheating on a test then going to hell.

Well, I have a confession to make.


I cheated on my Yr 12 Psychology SAC.



There I said it.

You wouldn't really understand the reason why I did so though.


I thought my class was unfairly marked compared to the other class who achieved much higher grades. So I thought I'd prove something (which costed me by the way!).

My friend was in the other Psychology class and they did the SAC before we did. Somehow I didn't get to do the SAC in the scheduled time so I personally had to do it the following week. I think I was sick or something.

However my friend already got his SAC back and marked and received 19/20. That's pretty impressive. So I told my friend how this particular teacher is so strict and we can never get good marks with him. I mean how hard is Psychology anyway? So I thought of a plan to copy my friend's work, word from word and see what mark I will get with this teacher.

It was actually easy to cheat because I was sitting by myself at the back of the room and the teacher was continuing teaching the class about something new while I was writing away. I hid my friend's paper underneath and would occasionally glance over and see whether I was writing everything correctly (I tried to memorise as much as I could).


The end result?

13 out of 20.

I KNOW!


That is a difference of 6 marks. And here the teachers said that the two teachers will swap a few papers that have been marked to see if the marking is fair and reasonable, in which they mentioned that the difference was only about 1-2 marks which is fine.


Well Sir, this was definitely not fair. I don't care if the paper was worth only 13, my friend should only get 13 as well. This is why VCE is crap.

And plus, teachers were required to rank the students in their school for each subject and send it off to VCAA. Well there can be some bias happening that we didn't even know about.

I was a late bloomer for Specialist Maths where during the year, I was struggling pretty bad but then come practise exam period I received the highest mark for the Non-calc exam. I got the same score in the actual exam. The ranking would've definitely had an effect on my standing and study score I received, which was bulldust.


Anyway, ranting nearly over, in conclusion, I couldn't really prove anything when I cheated on the Psychology SAC because I would have either received a 0 for the SAC if I mentioned it to the teachers, or even worse get expelled and not even be able to finish my degree and get a job.

Since it is now in the past, I thought I'd let it out at how unfair the education system is.
Not that I care now, I'll become a millionaire and you can't do anything about it.

Talk about millionaire, KEVIN AND I JUST BOUGHT A HOUSE!

Take that VCE teachers! I've got my life sorted without the extra 6 marks!

Love you always,

Your daughter Anna ♥

Mother's day...

Dear Mum,

For the last week, the term "Mother's Day" crept up quite a few times. If it's not from general conversations it's from advertisements on the billboards or on TV (not to mention the many posts on facebook either).

In the first year I have lost you I don't think it registered to me yet that I truly don't have a mum anymore. It's so unreal that I believed that you would go into my room and make me wake up to get ready to go to work- or when I come home from work there's one of my favourite dishes that you whipped up waiting for me to devour on the dining table.

What small, warm moments that I can never relive again, but can only come back to in my memories...

Last year, on Mother's Day, I was ok. Or so I thought I was, until I broke down at church when the choir sang the most wonderful and beautiful song about a mother nurturing their child to be the best they can ever be.

It affected me so much that today, the only thing I can do is to avoid it all together.

This week, just a reminder about Mother's day had my throat choking up, my nose hot and my eyes watery. I've always had control over my emotions (as Kevin knows, I can keep a serious face when I'm being tickled ;) ) but I wonder, why am I this upset? Doesn't this get better over time?

I see all the photos of mother's being hugged by their lovely children on social media, and back then I've always taken that for granted. Back then, on Mother's Day, I'll be like "Damn, I gotta wake up early to make mum breakfast again". You would always made us kids breakfast, not to mention lunch and dinner for me everyday yet you never complained about it. But just that one day where roles were reversed, it was so bothersome.

I couldn't handle being with people I know today so I went to church at Werribee instead. After going to church by myself, I went to a nearby cafe and sat down with a book to take myself away from the real world. I got distracted by families on the other tables, bringing their mothers out for some brunch/lunch, showing a sign of gratitude just because it was a day that you were expected to. There needs to be more love in the world for Mothers, not just to celebrate that one day only. But in reality, especially in the society we live in, we can't even take time to look after ourselves let alone show some appreciation to our hard working mothers. So a day like today- embrace it and don't take it for granted.

PS: I chose the table with yellow tulips... I love tulips and so did you mum :)

Like I said, I wanted to get myself distracted and I really did. It's been 3 months since I've came in (always had a small latte- takeaway) and the coffee here tasted quite good so I ordered a regular caramel latte and sat down with my book waiting for it to come out. After the placed down my coffee, what distracted me the most was the state of the spoon they gave me. I was horrified! Lucky I didn't need to use it but still, it was just so dirty!

I was contemplating whether I should leave it or I should tell them (Kevin gets so embarrassed when I complain- but we as customers have every right to if something is not right!) but first of all, its quite busy in the cafe- all the workers wearing out their shoes from rushing around and secondly, I didn't want to make a scene. I was by myself like I said, so what guts did I have to come up to the counter and say, "Dude, your spoon is filthy!".

So I sat there, reading my book, sipped some coffee, and my eyes would fall back at the dirty spoon again. The time I spent in the cafe reading my book to the time spent staring at the spoon, the ratio would probably be 6:4. I couldn't shake it off! I thought to myself, you either stop staring at the spoon if you're not gonna say anything, or you go up there and nicely tell them that you this is the most dirtiest spoon ever and they should wash the spoons before giving it to people to stir their drinks!

After contemplating for what felt like 10 seconds (lol) I decided to take out my notepad and pen and wrote a small note and left it next to my empty coffee cup. My biggest regret after I walked out however, was not being able to see their reaction to my note. But oh well, I want them to be careful next time. I don't want the place to lose customers over slip ups of this kind.

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All in all, love your mother- do not take her for granted, because one day you will end up losing her, and you will regret that you have either not spent enough time with her, haven't showered her with all your love or you couldn't even say to her face-to-face that you love her (and saying it on social media just doesn't cut it). Love her with all thy heart, as she has always loved you, even during the times where she can't be more disappointed or upset at you.

Don't wait until it's too late- too late where even when you just wanted to embrace her or hear her laugh at your silly jokes and dance moves, you can't do that anymore....