Wednesday, July 22, 2009
the moment of truth /4:49 PM
I've procrastinated it for at least a week. I saw this doomsday coming. It was only a matter of time, and I've tried my best to push it back as far as possible. But in order not to arouse any suspicions, I finally showed my parents my grades for this
CTs on
tuesday.
No prizes for guessing how they reacted upon seeing the marks. Or rather, the lack of it. My mum was pissed of course. I was expecting my dad to erupt into a fury, but he didn't really get pissed. Instead, he sorta gave up on me. And I agree. There isn't really anything I've achieved from my 6 years in this institution. I've failed countless times. My grades have slipped beyond decency. In fact, I don't even believe these are the grades I'm getting. Then again, maybe it's easier to believe so.
Entering a university seems more ambitious as the days go by. Students with
straight As already have difficulty getting into universities, let alone someone like me with atrocious grades. As much as they may say grades don't always matter, grades actually do matter. In fact, it is often the first criteria to getting many other things. There's no denying it. It's hard not to look at grades. Just like how it's hard not to judge many things based on first impressions or physical appeal. Ideals never get materialized. Never. That's the harsh fact of life.
I need to make that miracle happen, but I really don't know how. I do know for one that I will stop all
Facebook games and quizzes that always distract me from my studies, and cut down on music intake as that distracts me too. Yes. NO MORE
FACEBOOK GAMES AND QUIZZES, ISAAC. These are just silly distractions. You can do without them.
I have no idea how much all these 'measures' will help. I knew it was hard to get good grades; I never knew it would be this hard.
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