My tears dropped non-stop after knowing my PMR result. 6A 2B. I did not know what to do besides crying on choon yong’s shoulder. Like every PMR examiner, we were aiming higher. I knew my Geo marks is dangerous, I could almost get an A if I did less 2 mistakes. 7 is always a little better than 6 isn’t it? It was the day I cried the most. I saw distance between us and those who got better results, all the straight A and me.. I couldn’t jump around with them in tears of joy; I could only sit a side while staring… I never expected such a bad result appearing to me, never, ever..
What am I? A lazy student who sleeps in class. Yes, I admit. If only I worked a little harder, thing would not be that bad… What a painful punishment God gave me. I guess I learn my lesson now.. SPM, gonna sapu all ler… =/
By the way, I would like to thank those who comforted me when I felt totally bad yesterday.. Those few lines in msn from you guys worth a thousand for me. Thanks for drying my tears.