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Yesterday, I wrote my frist exam of the year, chemistry. It wasn't even that hard. Wow, I didn't even study that much. I can't wait to see my chem mark. biggrin
The day before that, I saw my english mark. It was the mark I was going into the exam with. Before my stupid teacher marked my failure of an essay, my mark was perfect, then after she added my essay mark, it dropped. gonk
I was almost crying in class, but my friend who was sitting right beside me understood my pain and put his arm around me to comfort me. I didn't even bother to read The Great Gatsby, which was the book we did a novel study on. I cheated and looked it up on SparkNotes (www.sparknotes.com) when we were answering the questions. He told me to actually read the book to prepare for my exam. I had no choice. I read most of the book. I read the first four chapters the last night, and whatever I could read this morning (chapters 5 to 7). I used sparknotes for the last few chapters as a reminder of what happened since I ran out of time. The exam wasn't too long, but it still isn't good enough.
I'm already a failure at life at 17. I wana cry! crying
I probably didn't fail the course, but my english mark isn't high enough to go to the university that I want to go to, University of Trent.
I'd be lucky if my mark was high enough to have an average of 70% to at least get into University of Ottawa or Ryerson University (the other 2 universities that I applied to).
My last resort to fix my english mark is night school. I feel like God's given me a second chance to live. smile
I was happy to know that I still had a chance.

I also have my math exam on Monday, but I'm not worried about that at all, since my strength is in math. I can study for that on the weekends anywayz... for a bit. xd
I can't wait til second semester either. I start calculus!! Woo!
I'm just gona miss Mr Brown. He is the best (math) teacher ever!!!!!!! Everyone loves him! heart

Today wasn't that great of a day. I had my english exam today, which reassured me of my failing at life, and work was awful too. At first, Cedric was being his usual self, funny and stuff, but then at the end of the day, near closing, he was mean. We were bringing in the stuff from outside when he made a mean remark. We both had to carry in a big mirror when he made a bad remark about me and the mriror. He's soo mean. crying
I cried when I got home.
Why is life so cruel?

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