oneorangecow

so finally the dreaded day comes and its time to get the results.
do you still remember how it used to be?

my heart pounded so hard til i felt as if my body was taking an internal blow.
i felt tired, really really tired from dealing with all the mental exhaustion til it transcribed into a physical pain for me.

i suppose every student has to go through this, don't they?

when we arrived at college, we saw some who had already collected their results.
some did well.
some did not.
some will go onto Part 1.
some will have to re-take Intermediate.

how do you think the rest of us felt?
like dying, really.
we all had decided to collect our results together. so while we were waiting for everyone to be there, the only thing that went through our minds were

"what if we failed?

what if we had to redo a whole year? "

failure is not an option. none of us could afford to spare another year.
our aim was to get through Intermediate, and start anew in Part 1.

the trip up to the 6th floor was excruciating.
first floor.
second floor.
third.
fourth.
fifth.
sixth..

everyone crowded into the room, wrote our names down.
the result slips were printed onto A4 sized paper and since we all forgot our student number, ms anne had to flip through each paper..
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flip flip flip flip flip flip.....and the flipping went on forever

i saw my name.
and what i saw, made me cry.
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i made it.
i made it through!
all that hardwork, all that anxiety and late nights..
i made it!
Intermediate is over!
i dont have to think about Intermediates anymore! i am a Part 1 student!

everyone made it through. all 6 of us who were there together, made it through.and another friend, who collected hers earlier, she made it through together also.

this is proof that God does listen to you when you call to Him.

at last, i can say with a huge smile and a happy sigh..

we made it.