Good grades and outstanding achievements should never define our lives. Or so people like to say, and I like to think. In my reality, these very achievements have in fact defined me as a person, and it has reached a point where I cannot continue to keep my life story to myself.
Bagging a score that crossed the 'holy' 270 mark (or so I liked to think since many people went, and still go raving mad upon seeing a score above 260) and bearing the name of head prefect of my primary school, I zoomed straight into a brilliant secondary school that gave me so many opportunities to learn, have fun, and grow. At the end of secondary 2, a GPA of 3.80 saw me getting streamed into a class full of high achievers, getting into the advanced Geography class and allowing me to seem more intelligent and well-read than I really truly am. Then came the prefectorial board elections where I had the ability and courage to shamelessly work towards becoming head girl, campaigning with stickers, posters, a banner, a whole team of supporters, and school-wide speeches. After becoming one of the vice-head prefects, I moved on to clinch a stunning 3.89 score in secondary four, and a totally unexpected A1 grade in Higher Chinese, all in the midst of crazy preparations for the school's year-end musical in which I had landed a leading role. For these and other achievements that had been endowed upon me, I clinched a prestigious scholarship that gave me yearly allowances throughout my junior college life. Until late in the year that I graduated from junior college, I was totally unaware that only around 10 people in my secondary school had been awarded the scholarship; I had thought that the number of recipients was at least 5 times more.
Then, in junior college, I made it through JC1 and moved on to JC2 with a straight-B grade, pretty decent at junior college, I must say, especially in a year that I took my Licentiate of the Royal Schools of Music and passed it with 4 marks short of a distinction. At the preliminary examinations, my grades had made good improvement to AABBB grades, and the Project Work grades were finally made known to us. My group had gotten a big 'A'. This was also the year that I served as the chairperson of my CCA. Just recently, I received my A level results and my trepidation quickly turned to joy and disbelief as I noted the flawless straight-A record, what I would again call 'holy'.
These marvelous achievements sure put me on a pedestal. Even as I read and re-read what I have just typed, I am amazed at the kind of over-achiever I appear to be. Seriously, did I do all that on my own?
Well, the answer to this seemingly rhetorical question is, in fact, a big, clear and loud 'NO'.
My highly summarised life journey above only becomes complete when the less glamorous details come into the picture, and here, I fill them out as best as I can. Much though is left incomplete simply because there are so many of those details to fill that I cannot possibly remember them all.
At the PSLE, I was perhaps one out of a million students without any external tuition. I got by practicing the papers from other schools. In secondary one and three, my academic grades were far from glorious; 3.66 and 3.42 respectively are nothing to blare about. Not to forget the failed Chemistry exam that marred my record in secondary school, which I thought was the worst ever performance until I reached JC and failed one subject in a JC1 exam, and THREE subjects in a JC2 exam. In my personal diary, I was much more uncouth and simply called them 'THREE FREAKING SUBJECTS'. I felt sure that I was blackmarked by my teachers because of the many times that I failed to answer questions in class, or simply asked stupid questions that revealed my pure ignorance. I was convinced that soon, the whole school would know me as the one who attended all the remedial lessons.
In music, one of the subjects I thought I was sure to love about JC, my composition sounded like a disjointed classically-inspired pop song-wannabe that lacked any form of tension, climax, and hence, not to mention, any form of satisfying resolution. It stayed that way for a whole year, and as I saw it make dents in my music grades at every school exam, I wondered how in the world I was going to salvage this wreck that was going to be worth 20% of my final A level grade.
A few days before my Higher Chinese O levels, I frantically tried to dump the 250 proverbs we were supposed to know into my head, and gave up when I came down with an antibiotic-worthy fever. As I dragged my heavily drugged self woozily into the exam hall, I was doing my exam on autopilot, and I came out not remembering what had transpired. My Project Work group started out being what I can only call 'dysfunctional', and right to the end, we were working not to perfect a good project but to salvage and package an awfully superficial and outrightly lousy one. We had no references to follow, not because the library wasn't stock-full of seniors' work, but because our project was so terribly superficial that the approach we had adopted for our project simply had no precedent. In other words, we were desperately treading water in highly murky and choppy waters, and we knew it.
Not being a very calm and composed person by nature, my hands would inevitably turn cold and stiff during piano exams, and my performance would always be worse than what I knew I could be capable of. As I played the sight-reading piece on my exam, my relatively smooth first half got marred by a second-half that was so terribly played that anyone looking at the score would not have known I was playing from it. I remember just wanting to get it over and done with. The only fortunate thing was the sad fact that I managed to end on the right note. During the head prefect elections, my hands turned cold but instead of being stiff, they started shivering. How embarrassing it is to be holding violently quivering cue cards and a microphone, delivering a speech to the audience with a highly confident voice not strong enough to mask the obvious inadequacies. I ended up shoving the cards and the microphone together in an awkward position in an attempt to cover up the shaking.
So what was the point of all of the above?
With all my inadequacies and failures, I couldn't have made it through life this far without the invisible hand of God guiding me throughout. Some people credit success to hard work, or wonderful self-mastery, or great brains, or passion. Many people who hear my story brush it aside and tell me it's just that I am 'smart' and 'work hard'. All these God may have given to me, but definitely not in sufficient measure to have overcome all these odds on my own. Remember all those failures and shortcomings I just listed? They are part of my life journey too, but when the most important stages of my life came around, my life ALWAYS took a turn for the better. Being in good schools exposed me to the best and most brilliant, and I could see for myself that I definitely wasn't one of those people. Trust me, I am the only person other than God who can best see inside my head.Yet, God always lifted me to places of privilege and honour, despite my fears about my underachieving, undeserving self.
I found a kindred spirit in Jeremy Lin who has been placed in a position of fame, yet constantly reminds audiences of how it is God who is guiding him every step of the way. True, Lin couldn't have done it had he not worked hard and done his best, but to achieve on such a great level, you must be larger than life. The fact is, most people who are larger than life like Lee Kuan Yew know it, just like how most people who are not know it too. So, for people like Lin and I who are so much smaller than life that we couldn't have 'made it' in our own ways, there must be a force larger than life that is giving us the support we need. And for me, just as it is for Lin, this force has always been, always is and always will be the Almighty God.
I don't wish to perpetuate the misled belief that God gives success in worldly measures. He gives success in godly measures, and we must be sensitive enough to sniff these out and bring them to light for His honour. I like to say that my life just happens to be blessed in a way that appeals to the ideals of the world. This is also a big reason why I am hoping to do greater things moving on from here, but not for my own glory because I am fully aware of what a disaster I would become if I did everything on my own might. If this is really how God has laid out my life, then it only makes sense to position myself in a way that puts me right at the very center of his will so that He can be glorified. Like a colleague told me today, we 'expect great things from God and attempt great things for God'.
But to those out there who haven't yet found what God has in store for your life, I encourage you to keep on searching, praying and remembering that worldly things are not as important as the things unseen in heaven. I believe my lack of pre-occupation with worldly gains is also partly why God keeps giving me these 'prizes'. Just remember that if God is at the centre of your life and not something else, then your life can be a journey that brings glory to God as well.
Romans 12:1 Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as
living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God--this is your spiritual act of
worship.