Although my previous posts talks about how sure I am to graduate, there was still that pang of anxiety that haunts me. And that anxiety was the reason why I’m writing here.
The feeling of graduation is sooo great that to think of its extreme opposite is so painful. We had our first assembly around 4 in the afternoon and I came to think of those times that I nearly lose hope because of my low grades. And to finally know that you did fine with that subject is truly rewarding.
As quick as the happiness of passing came, the feeling of a throbbing and pierced heart then consumed me. The surroundings became gloomy and all I could think was that piece of paper—that paper that acts as the parcel of our future. And it made me sad knowing that the initial grade (I’m claiming that there will still be a change) was a bit off from what I expect from the class.
I am not happy. I feel so down that the idea of graduating isn’t that appealing anymore. But I still believe that Father will be touch by some sort of a holy spirit so that his mind will change. I KNOW HE WILL.
I will never stop hoping and praying and BELIEVING that you can graduate friend :D I believe it. Hope you will too.