call me dramatic or somewhat still sore but i can
still remember how horrible this day went. even when tim knew his and my grades early at 8am in the morning, i told him not to tell me.
ive never had a liking for grades, really.
never. lets label it as bad experiences since i was a kid and it can even be called a phobia that i have. even until now, in poly, i get cold feet and the jumping jellyfish jitters when i know my results are gonna be out soon. regardless if ive done good or bad, i'd always be overwhelmed by anxiety to think - not very straight of cos.
i should open up a little booth at the back of jj's hall. to give free advice to those who have no idea where they can try to squeeze lady luck's stash, no matter how little, into getting themselves into
anywhere that will take them with their grades.
For all you might know, business might be good and i'd need
you to help me out :)
OH NO. that reminds me, MY results are coming out by the end of next week. nooooooot good.
i'm sorry i got all occupied with it that i almost forgot how a good day and night it went. from all things warm and cosy to red and silky, thanks for the day bigthing ;)Labels: jittery, nostalgia, school
