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So... Its disappointing.
I failed two subjects, *gasp! shock! horror!* Moral and Additional Mathematics. I have a long story on the Moral thing (I WAS BLOODY NOT SUPPOSED TO FAIL, DAMNIT) but I have decided not to dwell on the past. I expected to fail Additional Mathematics. I hate Maths, everybody knows that. And I didn't work hard. And I hate myself for doing that. #TheWheelsOnTheBusGoesRoundAndRound
I have a jumbled mess of C's and B's. Wonderful. Hearbreakingly, I did not get an A for all my Science subjects. Not even an A-. The highest I have is a B+ for my Physics. And the worst is a C+ for my Biology. And a very sad B for my Chemistry. Oh yay.
Oh and my A's? Ugh. Don't even talk about it. I have no A's. Only 2 A-'s Sejarah (History) and Modern Mathematics and one A+, which is of course, English.
Yay I got an A+ in English. Yay me. Ugh. I don't even feel happy. I got 93% for English. Sadly. Its not the highest in class. You might laugh at me for my petty complaints and ask me to be grateful. But honestly, I AM NOT HAPPY WITH MY ENGLISH RESULTS. I lost to a boy and a girl (they both got 94%). And I simply hate the fact that they only got higher than me because they got ONE more mark in Paper II. Ugh.
Well, I promised myself that I would post my essay here. Even-though I only got 45/50 for my essay.
The Most Unusual Day
It was a mild Sunday morning and I had just finished reading the storybook, Thumbelina. I was daydreaming about being small and having adventures of my own on the front porch steps when a slight breeze drifted past and I sneezed.
''Oh Dear,'' I said to myself ''mustn't be catching a cold now, I have school tomorrow.''
So I stood up and walked into the house, to Father's workshop. Father was a doctor but he didn't use pills and modern medicine. Oh no, Father uses his self-cooked-traditional-concoctions made from herbs. He claims that modern technology medicine will only worsen your sickness. He was out scavenging for herbs in the forest today so I simply grabbed a few bottles and drank a mouthful from each.
A nap would be nice, I thought to myself. Having no parents around the house was such a glee. I opened my bedroom door and was greeted by the sight of messiness. Mother always describes my room 'as if a bomb has exploded in it'. Well, its not my fault that my clothes are spewn all on the floor and my books seem to never be on the bookshelf, is it?
I threw myself on the bed and shut my eyes. It was not more than a few minutes when I felt something terribly wrong. It felt as if the whole world was expanding and expanding and my body felt hot and tingly all over. What was happening? Was I dying form an unnamed case of fever?
I opened my eyes and was greeted by the vast celling of glow-in-the-dark stars. Was it just me or do the stars look further away? I sat up but my movement was disrupted by the mass of cloth that was before me. I felt strangely naked. Oh dear, I was naked! And my brain has just processed that it is I who has shrunk! What in the world?!
I stood up but tripped on my bed sheets. I then took a heart-stopping fall towards the floor of my bedroom. I surely would have had a horrific death if it had not been my dirty clothes breaking my fall. I was lucky enough to find my old doll's dress just a few paces away from me. I put it on. After all, no one likes to be naked in their own house.
I was pondering on what to do next when I felt something watching me. My heart beating fast, i turned around and my eyes took in the most disgusting and terrifying sight I have ever seen. It was a spider and it was as hugh as my newly shrunk body. We stared at each other for a few heartbeats, two eyes against eight.
My brain commanded me to flee, but my legs stood fast and refused to move. It was when the spider opened its... Claws? Jaws? Mouth? Whatever it was, I was sure that it was going to eat me with it. So, i turned and ran. I ran as quick as lightning, over the mountain of dirty clothes, towards the carpeted floor. I could feel the icky spider directly behind me.
I was running and running when my disfunctional brain realized: 'Too late.' and that I was running to a dead corner end. I touched the merciless wooden wall, hoping for a silver of help, when I felt the spider as though it was creeping up my back. Goosebumps shivered through me as I turned to face my death.
Its ugly face was still as ugly and it was as if I could see the hunger for kill in its eight eyes. But my eyes noticed something else. At the far right of the spider, there was a gleaming nail, almost half my shrunken height. I had no time to think. I immediately dived underneath the spider, in between its hairy legs, grabbed the nail, and speared it through its abdomen. I did not pause to watch it die but ran away as fast as I could from that dark corner.
I paused to rest against some of my books when I felt the wrong feeling all over again. I felt the hotness and the tingly-ness again. Was I going to shrink again? Was I going to explode? I didn't know, but I managed to get the dress I was wearing off before I trembled and fainted on the floor.
When I opened my eyes again, my head was near the bookshelf and I was laying stark naked again. I tried to sit up but my head hit the bookshelf. Wow, suddenly I feel so... Big.
Had what just happened happened? I pondered as i put on my clothes which were left on the bed. Had I just shrunk, and un-shrunk? What an unusual experience this was! I peered underneath my homework table, and there it was, a dead spider, as big as my thumb, with a sliver nail speared through its abdomen.
I stood up and ran to the kitchen and brought out every cleaning tool I could think of. I recounted every unusual thing that had happened today. I muttered to myself as I picked up my dirty clothes from the floor, "what an unusual day..."
Well, that's it. My silly essay. I was hoping teacher got my humour, you know? The Thumbelina reference... *sigh* Whateverrrrr. She doesn't care about English. I wonder how she even became a teacher.
I don't really like my results. And I know I have to work hard, to be the same standard as Dhipa, Shelvin and Joyanne and etc.
But just saying I'll work hard doesn't mean anything. I have to prove it. Like seriously.
This means, I won't blog much. I know. Its sad. I promised so many posts right? Yeah. I didn't do it.
All my broken promises.
Kayy. Gotta go now.
Bye. I'll be here when I get here, kay? Don't miss me :)
Peace out :)
Disappointed In Results Angel
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