MEETTHEPARENTS today.
Everyone's face was pulled longlong and downcast.
(well, almost.)
The stale smell of unhappiness hung in the air.
The unbearing heat did no better by scorching up the atmosphere.
Sweat trickled down everyone's faces because of the heat,
and partly because of the anxiety in their hearts.
Hair stuck onto my sticky forehead.
It was really unpleasant.
The ISH was badly ventilated and as you surveyed it,
almost everyone had an artificial fan, made out of paper,
to relief themselves of the heat.
Humid. Sticky. Sweaty.
How can we get our results in peace?
I joined in the queue behind Casandra & Yun Cui.
Stole a glance at Casandra's report sheet and immediately felt envy.
"Should've studied harder," you'll hear everyone saying.
Typical.
Finally, it was my turn to get the results.
As, Bs, Cs.
This must be pretty much the worst results I've ever gotten.
And it's the first time I didn't get an A for math.
Neither AMath, nor EMath.
Guilt took over me for a brief moment,
I really didn't study much for Math.
Maybe I deserved both the failures.
Luckily, grace abided by me, and in the overall results,
I passed both my Maths with Cs.
My results.
Another smack, right into my face.
Another lesson for me to learn.
Whatever happened to "I'm gonna study hard for Sec3." ?
Please, remind me to study.
Remind me to study.Labels: all the garage glamarous; in this photo of us.
