and so the school decides to inform us about the NAPFA test two days before we’re scheduled to take it.

 

obviously the word "preparation"’s not in their list of vocabulary. emoticon

 

anyway, i was initially pretty okay about doing it, since i figure i shouldn’t have any problems with any of the stations ‘cept for standing broad jump.

 

situps: been doing them often enough.

2.4 km: all that stair-climbing should help!

shuttle run: still got pretty fast responses

sit and reach: flexy, flexi!

inclined pullups: been working out my arms!

 

so yes, it’s just the damned standing broad jump.

in secondary school, i never passed it, until my pe teacher thought of an ingenious but cruel idea.

 

dump a huge baisin in front of me, so the fear of landing on it and slipping to fall flat on my face empowers me to do better.

 

and so i passed.

 

but now!! emoticon

 

and guess what, god decides to be funny and bless me with crimson tidal waves of pain today (term credited to cakie). 

worse, the lecturer-in-charge is quite the charming one (this is the common consensus of all our coursemates hor)

 

so how?

do i brave the bloody waters and go on with the napfa test?

or do i thicken my skin, tell the lecturer that i’m battling excessive blood loss and risk him saying no/*gasp* laughing in my face?!

 

decisions, decisions.

 

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