80 out of 100 which is formally A but should rather be considered as a strong B in my opinion. As it turned out it wasn’t that all botch-up as I thought it was, given that I started going books in Jan and adopted rather slapdash and “topsy-turvy” approach to my learning curve in general.
Didn’t expect to get a pass at all let alone A :) Congratulations to all of you who cracked it and don’t sob your heart out if you failed.
Just some loose philosophical digression…
I’m being musingly pensive more than usual now. Am I going to have a bit of slap and tickle with my coxcombry and smugness ? Probably a bit. Did I want to pass it ? Yes.But am I fully satisfied ? No,I’m not because I don’t think I joined the ranks of those who’ve gained a high level of communicative competence in English. I would rather say that I still seem destitute of that impalpable verbiage of linguistic proficiency. In any case this is the way I feel it .
I guess this was merely another local goal that I leapt over and of which mirthful corollary will soon be diminished by time with all that high-spirits and jollity having evanesced , melting into thin air like snow flakes. On the scale of the universe the fact that we’ve passed or failed is of more than infinitesimal importance to anyone and to anything. It only means something to us but again , this is the way what we should feel it like I think.
So I’d better repair back to my shelter of solitude to further “explore” for some subtle distinctions of this immense voluminous reservoir of thoughts and knowledge, say almost like a jazz pianist interpreting his tune and syncopating time signature at will on C-major 7th chord depending on his mood. And all of this purely and simply with the aim of developing my own volubility and may be some anomalous felicitousness in “speech” but with no other particular purpose in mind.