Early in the morning, my teacher walked towards me smiling. I had just expected a simple "Hi" but something I dreaded came out of her mouth instead.

"You got murdered for Social Studies. You got a flat zero for the second question." She was freaking smiling, although I think she was trying to console me.

What an awesome way to start the day! My maths paper was in 15 minutes time and I had THAT amount of time to get over the fact (I couldn't) that I lost 12% of the total marks for that wretched subject, as well as to read some last minute notes for maths.

It didn't help that I had a runny nose for the whole paper. I was literally stuffing my nose with tissue paper and thinking how many more marks I will lose for SS. Humanities were never my forte, and very few people excelled in it. However, it had to be such that for majority of the students in the country, they HAVE to use that grade for their final score. Screw that! D:

So my mind was switching constantly between solving maths questions (and chemistry later in the afternoon) and how I am in hot soup for flunking my SS paper. As much as I would have LOVED a bowl of hot soup to relieve my leaking nose, that was NOT the kind I hoped for.

Oh, please let me see the light! No amount of A1s can save me if I do not perform in humanities.

OH, THE HUMANITY! Literally.

Update: Halfway through exams and I'm faltering. Trying so hard to endure whatever crap comes my way. I've been through this countless of times, but I feel the same way every single time. (And I didn't know a certain classmate of mine actually checks here. ._. )

Update II: *Groan* My chest hurts. Must be stress lol. Bio today was...Blame it on myself for not remembering the menstrual cycle...(But how the shit do I remember stuff that I can't relate to? Dammit!)