finally, the last of all clinics for the year.
its mind exhausting; the concentration, the focus.
it makes me contented, happy for what i'm doing.
not as perfect as i would have liked it,
but good enough for the standard she set for us.

it gets tempting to run over to another tutor,
the one everyone runs to because of the much slacker grading standard.
no doubt results would be way better.
but i want every single mark to count.
to know every prep i drilled that did well was because of my own competence.
i managed to not go get him to mark mine the entire course of it.
and i still managed to do well.
and to the people i know who got less than perfect marks because they stuck to the strict standard, though they had wonderful work done, i'm glad you guys could still do well, though not as perfect as if you had gone the other way.
because after all, its about doing the best piece of prep we can do in future:)


its exhausting, but its satisfying.
and i thank God for guiding my hands, my fingers, my drill.
for giving me concentration for every piece of work i've had to do under the immense lack of sleep.
for Godly favour, and for being able to glorify You with every piece i've drilled:)


clinic is thoroughly exhausting.
it saps my energy after 3 full hours.
i'm kind of sad that after next week i wont be drilling for like 3 months:(

i cant wait to bring all my preps back to show uncle joe:)
and mommy and daddy:)



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nobody said it was easy,
to follow You.
i'm hanging on.

♥ fancy pink
in vintage.