not again.
So this morning, I walked into my Physics class ready for some notes and lecture. Then i begin to see fellow classmates scurry into class with calculators and pens. This made me question what was REALLY going on this morning. Then i over heard some foreign exchance students murmor something about a FINAL exam. Then i realized that this was going to be the turning point in my success as a student in this class. I filled with embarassment, anger, and then despair. The professor walked in, and my knees trembled as i scrambled for some notes, trying to cram SOME information that might be useful. This was going to be the end of me. I grabbed the exam as it was being passed out, row by row. The only thing i was sure of to write down, was my name at the top of the paper. Beyond that, the rest blurred out of my memory due to the traumatic experience.
Besides this horrific event, life is good. Im Happy. Shes Happy. We're Happy. And thats amazing.
Besides this horrific event, life is good. Im Happy. Shes Happy. We're Happy. And thats amazing.