Yes, without the exclamation.
Its over. The First Semester is finally put to an end, yet my remorse due to the incapacities and lapses that I accumulated in my first four months in college, will forever haunt me. Yes, I cannot be a Dean’s Lister, to my (as well as my mom’s) dismay. I used to pray that I will be able to compare to my mom, but I was wrong.
The first few months was a rollercoaster ride for me, you know? Mom’s dialysis used to be Mondays and Thursdays,after my class, then moved to Tuesdays and Fridays, my supposed to be FREE DAYS.
I think I have conjured some procrastination retrovirus. Oh please help me displace this.
No, I musn’t be overpowered by it, I know. But I knew too late. I maximized my absences, not knowing one of my professors was ”attendance-conscious”. Despite my average to high scores, she just.. Oh nevermind.
How sorry I am!
I wasn’t able to master Stoichiometry in time, for the Finals. Molecular Geometry was also a bit confusing, and Lewis acids and bases were a pain in the neck. I may be one of the 5 people who passed your final exam, but settling for second best wasn’t ‘okay’ for me.
I failed you, for a second time, in a rendezvous I assumed to be something we both shared — the Laboratory. Your humble student made a lot of mishaps, like not using the pipet properly, not checking the borrower’s slip with accuracy, and losing lab reports.
I am a total mess.
Its the bitter truth, and I need time for myself this sembreak to get back into shape.
Oh, help me find inspiration to take on your challenge for the next 7 semesters..