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Closing the chapter on GSAT


The day of GSAT results can be a glorious day for some and a day of sorrow for others. Every year we see the smiles of the victorious and the tears of the disappointed. Many worked very hard and sacrificed a lot to ensure that they would be on the smiling side on this day. To the parents who ensured that they not only sent their children to school but they spent time with them to encourage them and help them with their studies I salute you. To the parents who just sent their children to school and expected the teachers to do it all and are now disappointed I encourage you to make changes as your child moves on to the next level. There might be sorrow now but joy can come in the morning. You can bloom anywhere you are planted, you just need to have the right attitude. Over the years we have heard stories of students who attended high schools lower in the academic scale who have come out with great achievements. 

Instead of laughing at those who didn't do as well as others in the examination let us use the opportunity to encourage them to do the best they can in their next stage of life. In life, we will come up on obstacles but as long as there is life there is hope. The will to succeed is what matters the most, so to those who are feeling down and inferior to those who have achieved their dream placings I encourage you to work hard from day one and success will be yours in the end. To the parents who feel as if they should punish their child for not doing well, ask yourself the question first "Did I do my part to ensure that my child would be successful?" If the answer is no, use this as an opportunity to get it right as they start a new phase in their lives. Now, is the time to show them that no matter what you love and care for them and not bring them down.

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