Because of the advent of social media and the fact that many adults today have lived through the punishing, pressure cooker academic environment in Singapore, more than ever, those who have survived are coming out to console students that grades really, really don't matter.

If there is one more post you need to read about PSLE today, let it be this.

This post will remind everyone that there are bigger things in life than grades.

If you can't see it, this is what it said:

2 days before I sit for PSLE, I lose my mom to cancer. Principal shows up at the wake, gives me a hug, along with a trail of teachers who sit me in the corner of the room and give me supervised tuition. Dad tells them to pack up and go.

A week later I stare at my Math paper without picking up the pencil. I flunk way below expectations but miraculously still get picked up by ACS(I) through DSA, so I swim for them. I rank second last in my cohort academically, doing absolute crap in anything that isn't Art or Literature. Worst kid in the worst class.

I switch schools, spend my next half a decade fighting to make sense of a system that I know would absolutely cripple a middle-aged, neurotic arts-centric me. Then one day, a kind lady offers me a job to speak / write for radio.

To every prestige-seeking parent, have a little faith that your son and daughter will be the best version they can be in an environment that doesn't necessarily help you pomp your cred. It's how they're brought up.

To every kid fearful of the road to school or back home, finding it hard to breathe, because of 3 stupid digits - the world loves you. You are deeply loved, and you are more than this

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