Care to cheer me up
Date: Feb 29th, 2008 11:54:54 am - Subscribe
Mood: Depressed
I could not believe it when I saw it. I thought it was someone else’s paper. Never had I thought the Maths paper with 72 scrawled on it would be mine. 72. SEVENTY-TWO. I still can’t get over the shock. Most likely everyone scored higher than me. It is making my depressed. Devastated. Miserable. Despondent. Dejected. Wretched. Whatever you people call it these days.
So far, only three people know of my state. 72. 72. 72. 72! I would have expected 88 and above. Never a horrendous 72. Everyone before me convinced me, I would probably get an A* and above, I had thought so too. But it turned out I was wrong, very wrong. Careless, stupid, an idiot. So true. Tears dripping slowly out of my eyes. The sadness overcame me.
Only my “brother” could cheer me up. I helped him with his Maths worksheet, and it gave me intense satisfaction knowing that most of answers would be correct. It brings out a joy in you. I laugh. But inside, there’s always the moody, depressed me, all because of the number 72. What an idiot I am. Fool. I even expected to be around her standard. It will never happen. "Bitter laugh-.
I thought I was smart. Ha! I am probably one of the least-achieving students in the class. I used to be quite proficient in Maths, but now- more like idiotic in Maths. 72. 72. 72. I am sick. I want to puke. 72. I want to puke until I get skinny again. At least I might be happy then, maybe even with the 72 looming over my head. Maybe.
Depressed. A skeleton. A shadow of my past. What is there left to even bother with?
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anonymous - February 29th, 2008 |