I admit, I'm not really good at blogging. Oh, who am I kidding, I suck at blogging. To be honest, this is my second draft and I still think it stink, but I'm still going to try my best. On the 19th of December, every Form 3 students are required to go back to school to receive their PMR results, and among those thousands of students, I was one of them. I remembered feeling really numb the night before and found it really hard to fall to sleep. But ironically, I over-slept the following day. When I reached my school, my heart began to bang against my rib cage after seeing so many people coming out from the hall with various expression. Some with tears in their eyes, some with big smiles on their faces, some with expressions that are unreadable... And the list goes on.
As I was waiting for my friend to arrive, I began to wonder what would my expression would be, and what would my feelings be. Finally my friend arrived and we raced towards the hall together, wondering what lies in front of us. Before receiving my results, one of my senior teased me, asking me how many A's was I expecting to get. "I don't know, maybe 7?" I answered nervously. "How's my results? Is it good?" She began asking me other questions which made me even more nervous before handing me the piece of paper that holds all the answer. When she finally handed me that piece of paper, my eyes began to scan the 'Achievements' column and my head began swirl. All of those column showed A's, which means I actually got 8A's!
What happened later, I could barely remember. All I know is I hugged my friend after knowing that the both of us scored full A's, went to the center of the hall and jumped as high as we could for the reporters. When I got into my mum's car, I began to cry and praising God for His wonderful works. I recalled the day I received my UPSR results 3 years ago and it was nothing compared to today. Three years ago, even though I cried like that day, the tears that were rolling down my cheeks were tears of despair for I didn't get what I expected. Although my parents said nothing, I know they were really disappointed in me. So within these 3 years, I made a promise to myself that I would try my best in my PMR.
I also remembered the few days before my PMR. I was doing all those past-year paper I bought and I remembered doing really bad that I panicked. So I did what all students in my church did, I went down to my knees and prayed. So that's what I did all night, just praying and crying, crying and praying. Come to think of it, I really should do something back for God. Maybe sharing out this testimony in church? I don't know...
Anyways, I didn't only depend on God's help, I also worked really hard before my PMR. I remembered trying to finish up all of my exercises and memorized every single thing I thought would help me in the exam. My phone was also confiscated by my mum in order for me to concentrate on my exam. I even loss a few twitter followers during that time, but after receiving my results, it was worth it.
I'm not trying to brag about my results by blogging this, but just wanting to tell you guys that even when you fall and you think there's no way of getting up, don't worry because who doesn't go through this stage? The only difference is how deep you've fallen. My fall may be just like getting a scratch compared to yours but there's still a way, there's always a way. Just remember, take it easy, one step at a time. Start all over if it's necessary, there's always a way for getting up. I hope this blog might help you one way or another. I'm really sorry if you think my blogging is horrible, but no worries, I'll try and improve myself. And I'll see, or rather blog you guys next week! Happy blogging!!
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