Had a big test at school last Wednesday. And it's probably bcos of the fact that I was born and raised a Singaporean, but obviously I was very kanchong lah. Ask the teacher this question and that and then the day before the test, the worst thing happened.

I fell sick. Darn...

Husband called the school in the morning to let them know that I wouldn't be coming for class and he spoke to Leif. I was still kanchong about the test (obviously) and kept telling husband that I HAVE to go to school cos there were still some stuff I didn't understand and I needed worksheets to practice and blah blah blah. And even though husband dear is a Swede and does not really understand the need for kanchong ness before a test, my kanchong-ness made him kanchong and he got the brilliant idea to ask Leif to fax over any extra material he may have so I can study at home.

Thinking back about it, I guess I might have been a little over doing it. Hee hee...Leif told Mathias to tell me not to worry cos he knows I'll do well for the test since I seem to know my stuff in class. So he said he will NOT send any materials over and told me to just stay home and rest. It didn't help me with my level of anxiety but I guess he was right.

So I did my test and it didn't turn out to be too difficult for me. But like any typical Singaporean, handing the test paper in doesn't mean I stop thinking about the test. For the rest of the day, I thought of all my answers and wondered if I got them right. Mathias and I drove to the supermarket after he finished work that night and as we neared the supermarket, we passed a big sign that contained one of the words that I was tested on.

My eyes bulged and I screamed, 'No! F**k! I spelled CHEAP wrong!! Damn! There's 2 Ls not 1!! Damn!' It's amazing how upset one can get when one knows 1 mark gets cut off for lack of 1 letter.

And of cos that wasn't the end of my rampage. While in the supermarket, I was walking around the vegetable section and I came upon the chiller that held the carrots and without realising it, I looked up at the sign and screamed (once again and without restraint), 'What?! What the h*ll? I spelled carrots wrong! F**k!! I put the damn dots on the wrong O (don't ask)!!'

It was when I had screamed the dreaded 'F' word did I realise an older couple standing next to the carrott chiller. Oops..I hope they dun understand what that word means. I was kinda embarassed but still wanted to kick myself again for misspelling yet another word. So I suck at spelling...BIG TIME.

We got the test papers back the next day and Leif had told us that the test is very important as it would determine whether we can move up to the next level. Even though I had misspelled a few words resulting in 1/2 mark being decudted, I am very super proud to say that I scored 63.5 out of 66, which is a GREAT result, since I only got 1 question wrong (minus 1 mark) and the rest were spelling mistakes (which I still wanna kick myself for).

So I am pleased to announce that after 10 days of school where I was taught for 30 hours, I will be moving up to Level B starting Monday. I am proud of myself since I honestly didn't know a word of Swedish except hello and goodbye and thanks when I first arrived 3 months plus ago and now I am moving up the school ladder a month ahead of the schedule I set for myself. I am nervous though and I don't think I am ready for it yet but since Leif thinks I am, that's where I will be spending the next few weeks learning.

Wish me luck!