Thankfully, my mother, as easy-going as always, simply took the results with a pinch of salt and reckoned the lack of improvement as a strong sign of consistency which is indeed a good thing. I am only extremely displeased with my Mother Tongue results because I am a more than a stone's throw away from clinching that long desired A2. I need to secure that kind of grade by the end of next year, otherwise it would only spell grave disaster: another year of Chinese that will probably prove to be far worst than the rest. I cannot forgo the many years of suffering in Higher Chinese and this one chance which it presents us to bypass an extra year of torture. But until the new year begins, my heart belongs somewhere else, somewhere less dull, less stressful, more relaxed and just carefree.
I have screamed out my discontent.
Now it's time to refill that empty space with joy. Jubilation to the max!