I got back my results today.
I cried. I smiled. I was disappointed. I jumped for joy.
Somehow, the expectations you have for each subjects will cause you to have different reactions when you see the score written on the cover page of each paper.
I defeated my greatest enemy but I caused my friend to plunge down to such a low grade.
Nonetheless, it's a start. I may be disappointed but at least, I see some hope.
It's comforting, how your friends stood by you as you cried your heart out. I wasn't supposed to break down. I was prepared to see what was there on my paper. Still, the disappointment was overwhelming. Putting in so much, yet achieving so little seems so not worth it at all.
Then again, maybe god was reminding me not to be complacent anymore.
On the bright side, I passed the papers which I was starting to give up hope on. It's comforting to know that there is still hope for these subjects.
When the next battle comes, I am going to be fully prepared and hopefully, grades I have been hoping to see will appear on my results slip.
