1/4 of today panicking
1/2 of today crying
1/4 of today recovering
To be honest, I know very well that I am not defined by the grades I get. I know those unkind alphabets on the result slip are only there to remind me the effort I put in and the determination I once had. When I got my result slip, I walked straight out of the hall and burst into tears. I didn't expect myself to cry because I thought I would either do alright or I would not be affected at all. And the tears I shed, were not tears of joy or sadness, but a mixture of both. I was happy, but I was upset. I was disappointed because I thought I was improving. Language hasn't been my forte and I know it. I honestly thought I improved. I am not so sure about that anymore though. I don't even think I can write anymore. What is scarier than being unable to articulate properly? Yes, grades do not matter (ignoring the requirements for university applications) but it really reflects the extent to which I can reach out to people through words. A limited one at that. A lot more went through my mind this afternoon when I was still in denial of my grades. That is just a passing phase I guess. Now it is time to accept and move on because crying over spilled milk is always something I try to overcome and I will. No time No time There's no time I have to keep reminding myself
You're entering a new phase
