Intersecting Lines

MidCourse and results

Quite free from his curse, I managed to get myself on track.

Studies were my priority now. Just like how it should have been from the start.

Perhaps though, it was too late for realisation.

I was failing as it is. Getting through to the second year seemed like a far cry.

Nevertheless I did not give up just yet.

I tried and tried...failed and failed.

I used to get about 17/20 for my tests and here I was in JC, getting 0 did not even seem impossible with full attempt.

Each day, I'd dread attending lessons just for the sake of how difficult it was catching up with the mediocre stabndard.

I'd sometimes come home to my Mom and Stepdad fighting and the pressure just builds up even more for me to work hard enough to escape from the violence and tears of it all.

My relentless posting of my thoughts on social networking sights caught the attention of Zop and many others alike.

I decided to confide in him then.

Not only was there a reply, but rather the sincerest of one.

He sent 5 texts that were each 7 pages long. He comforted and adviced me.

I couldnt have thanked him enough for saving me from completely breaking down.

From his words, I knew I had to compartmentalize.

Eventually i picked my pieces up and made it for the MidCourse Exams which in other words was a fancy way of terming our End Of Year Examinations.

I was fine with all till of course, the Math paper.

Doing the paper made me fear everything ahead. I had trouble with that paper alone. I knew i wouldn't do well for other subjects so passing Math was my only chance. But looking at the paper, things seemed otherwise.

The journey back home was a dramatic one.

Rain and Hedley's Perfect playing on repeat, I literally cried in the bus on the way back home.

Reaching home, my mom attended to me immediately after realising how torn down I was.

She blanketed me with comforting words of assurance that everything was bound to be fine.

I didn't believe her. Not even the least bit.

And yet there I was, a month later, collecting my results....

PASSED.

What sorcery?!

So happy, I couldn't care less for anyone else but for Stick, Seaweed and Fries' results.

Apparently, the Traveler didn't do so well.

Maybe it's Karma, or maybe it's not.

All I knew was that...I MADE IT.