Poems of a lighthearted nature

The unending torment of results day

I was completely fine this morning

until arriving at school, which made me blue

when I was reminded unfortunately, that today

my English exam results were due

I inwardly groaned at my probable failure

sure that I'd answered most questions wrong

because my timing had been atrocious

and an A* seemed a way off that was too long

Ninety percent seemed more highly improbable

the more I tortured myself with my thoughts

about how much I wanted this unachievable grade

and how much work I'd put in (...of sorts)

and for some inexplicable reason

the school were making us wait 'till the afternoon

to be given those envelopes of destruction

that held within them the results of doom

So eventually I was herded into the hall

by which point I'd become a nervous wreck

and I rambled to my friend about how I was likely to cry

as the pile of envelopes were split like a deck

and just my luck, because of my name

my results found themselves at the bottom of the stack

so I tapped my feet and grimaced impatiently

waiting for them to reach me, at the back

and by the time I had finally been thrown my envelope

(which, with my coordination, I clearly didn't catch)

my hands were shaking like the ground in an earthquake

and the seal I couldn't detach

but finally I ripped it open

and pulled out the slip of horror inside

and read that I'd got the same mark as last time

and my sheer disappointment I couldn't hide

but because I'm a moron, I'd read the wrong section

and my more intelligent  friend pointed this out

so it turned out that in fact I'd achieved my A*

and that I hadn't really had reason to have any doubts

and I quickly scanned over my physics results

but shrugged nonchalantly, 'cause who cares about science?

then reread my English results just incase

because I was still confused and in defiance

but sure enough, it was printed in bold

just two marks away from one hundred percent

so I started beaming from ear to ear

and let my usual negativeness relent

but now I was close to tears anyway

because on occasion I happy-cry

so I started babbling on incessantly

and jumped up and down a bit, god knows why

and when I got home and spread the news

my mum smiled at me and said "Well done!"

and my dad, in his non-funny joking way

said "Get the other two marks on the next one."

So here lies the story of March the 8th

the day that, under stress, I nearly caved

but thankfully for me, by some kind of sheer fluke.

I managed to achieve an English top grade.