Dramatic day.
I told this story time and again but it's still funny, looking back.
Woke up feeling jittery. I had the number 17 in my head and I was panicking because that's just who I am.
I went to school and met my friends and tried my very best not to think about it. I joked around, laughed a bit but eventually we had to go up to the hall.
Principal talked, I didn't listen (what's new), and she talked some more and the more I didn't listen....
And then we had to collect our results by register number. As people started going up, I started crying because, again, that's just who I am.
I didn't know whether to be happy about my results or not because they were so in the middle. I, however, ended up crying anyway.
Went to my dad, who said he was proud of me, and the teacher next to him made him hug me in front of the other teachers which was embarrassing, to say the least.
Then I went home because I am a good girl.
And that was that.
Now I'm going to do Mass Comm in NP.
I'm a happy girl now.
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