I'm making cupcakes as I'm typing this.

Have you ever wondered why you made a decision without actually knowing what to expect? That was how I felt when I decided to enroll into MJC. I went in knowing that I want an A level certificate followed by a university degree. I went in knowing that I'll have to sacrifice learning the way the fun way. I went in knowing that I'll have to put in ten times the effort I used to put it back in secondary school. But I never knew what to expect, really.

I've always thought JC would make me rigid. Make me a robot, even a monster, perhaps. I soon realised that no system was able to change you really are. I was still the rebel I was deep inside. Being in a JC never stopper me from doing things I want to do. All along, no one I was close to told me if I was doing the right thing - until last Tuesday when we had our last GP lesson.

Mr Nathan changed my perception on life. He was never afraid to scold us as if we were his own kids. He made me see the bigger picture - it's not all about grades.

"A gauge of me being a good teacher is not the grades you guys will get in the exams. A gauge of me being a good teacher is when I see you ten, twenty years down the road and you've had a good life doing the things you want to do."

By then, I was tearing up, but I held the tears back knowing that it wouldn't be nice to cry in front of him.

"Go chase your dreams - whatever that's left of it."

And I knew I had to go to the toilet when the bell rang. I just had the best lesson in my life and the greatest teacher along with it.