I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky

Sometimes, I feel like a machine whose supreme values are functionality and efficiency.

Although I am a deep believer of meritocracy, I have to say that the constant pressure to achieve is definitely tiring.

Another season of finals is coming to an end, and the inevitable sequel of GPA sprawl will come. No matter how many times I go through this, it is always unpleasant to know that the academic side of my life will be evaluated by some letters that the professors assign to me.

Knowing the perfectionist side of me, I know I will cringe over any blemishes in my report card. I know the residual of bitter taste will stay in my mind for awhile like a nasty hang-over, and I will eventually get over with it.