"Man, I didn't do as badly as I thought I would. But still, I feel crushed. And stupid."

I didn't think I'll do that well.

A n extremely good reason would be that I've already done my best.
M ight not really have that well, but it's my best, right?

A nother thing, academics don't really reflect much on your intelligence...
N o?

E xactly my point. The results are already out, anyway.
M anly thing to do would be to pick yourself up.
O 's are nuthin', too. There will be A Levels, and Uni exams...
K idding myself wouldn't be the best solution, either.
I ndeed, I should really learn from such an experience and get on with life. Or...
D ie.

Self-monologue is never healthy.

- - -

-Under influence of medicine-

"Anderson did pretty well. We did better than the last batch, and retained our Band 1 standard." Mrs Poh spoke. Everyone cheered.

Glugg...

"Two of our students came out as top scholars, too." More cheered.

When are we getting the results back?

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"Wei, Weiwen, why you so nervous?"

"I'm not.. I'm just sick..."

"Orhh.. No need nervous one, la! What's over is over!"

"Ya, but I really wanna sleep now... I don't feel too good..."

"Take results liao, don't be so sad la! Haven't take, then sad already!"

"..."

When did people get so thick-headed?

- - -

One by one, everyone went to get their results. Alot of people were squealing about their good grades. Then it was Don's turn.

He looked at Mrs Yeo, his gaze at her begging confirmation.

"Don't worry, Weiwen. You can go JC."

Man, that must mean I have horrid grades.

As Don peered as his grades...