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Tuesday, December 18, 2007, 11:03 PM
As I was taking up my test on Filipino, she stood across me, checking our papers in Geometry that we took the other day"I've finished checking your papers, do you want to know your scores?" She asked
The whole class said yes while I muttered a soft no
Then she took a stack off papers, held by a rubber band, out of her bag
She divided the papers in half
"These are the ones who failed" She said while holding a stack of papers slightly larger than the other half
"Okay, Here are your scores"
My heart was beating faster and faster by the second, afraid that all that I've done will result in a failure
And then
"GUUUHHREEYYYY"
"NAAAAAYYYNNNNTEEEENN AAAWWWTT OFFFF FIFTYYY"
It played in slow motion over my head, echoing and never gonna go away
And alas, I've failed
What other proof do you need to know that I'm a good-for-nothing, low IQ'ed, Son-of-a-gun. . .
FRIENDSTER. DEVIANTART. MULTIPLY.
