Tomorrow, the lil brother will be sitting for his PMR, aka one of the three nationwide exams that students take at Form 3 aka 9th Grade. It is a collection of between 8-9 subjects which are spanned out 4-5 days.
Lil bro will be taking 8 subjects, where there will be about 12 papers because some of those subjects will have Paper 1 and Paper 2.
And remembering how it was me 8 years ago, I'm having a panic-ish attack on the behalf of lil bro. Yes, I'm that kind of sister.
Eight years ago, I was at the peak of my education prowess but I didn't know that at the time. I was a walking textbook for History and Geography. And I mean that because when someone ask me a question, I can flip open the textbook/revision book and show them the answer without reading. Or I can just go:
"its in Chapter 33, underneath the picture of the graph of civilization process."
In the end, I scored straight A's and became the pride of my family.
Knowing lil bro, I have high hopes that he will repeat the history.
He's the smart one aka he needs less work to get the same result as me.
So, here's to my lil bro.
A text I sent him:
"Good luck for tommorow. Don't over panic and try to make your writing a bit neater. You can do it."
I set my alarm for 6.30AM so I can wake up and give him a call before he goes to school.
Knowing how uplifting words can be before an important exam, I'll be doing that every morning. Even to just tell him to take a piece of candy or two in with him just in case those nerves makes him feel like throwing up.