before i got my AS results,i was absolutely confident that i would score an A for both sociology & lit.the only subject i was worried about was maths,thinking i might get a D or even fail.but the results i got were completelt not what i had expected.i got CDC,C for socio,D for lit and C for maths.during the hols i had said that i would not mind resitting maths,in fact i had expected it.but me and my other classmates said that we didn’t even want to think about the idea of re3sitting either socio or lit and unfortunately we have to do both.as far as i’m concerned i am in way over my head coz it is going to be extremely hard to juggle between AS n A2 plus if i dont do well for the AND a new play,which will be terrible!but whatever it is i definitely will be going thru hell,what more with the girls flying off top continue their studies soon.
its hard to have given my 110% and not get a good grade.i was never really morally depressed by the fact that the results were bad,partly because i believed that i had given my all,that something had gone wrong somewhere else and that it wasn’t that i was lazy or didn’t study or something like that.true enough,my teachers diagnosed that we were just not answering the question the way we should have.we had our facts straight,but theres more to sociology and lit then just vomitting out the facts and quoting the lines.theres analyisis,criticising and worst of all,questioning the question,something i don’t have the skill to do yet.but hopefully i will be able to overcome that.
back to my ar6guement.i wasn’t upset because i didn’t get an A,i was upset that the people who understood my predicamentwere my teachers and peers,not my family.thru out the whole week,my friends were consoled by their family memebers.when i sat down with my mum and told her what had happened she started this whole rambling bout how i could have done better.sometimes i dont know why i share anything with her coz she had said it herself,because she doesn’t see me on campus,she doesn’t know what i do there.i guess only our teachers saw how hard we worked,how determined we were to do well,and how when we didn’t we all broke down at the same time,crumbling to the ground into one heap of bodies on the floor.only our teachers saw how miserable we were the day after,they saw us at the lowest of our low,heart broken,demotivated,vulnerable.and the ones who helped me get back on my feet were my teachers,all my family did was bring me down.ii guess i’m on my own for this one.
next week means i have to start afresh,a new spirit,a new drive.i can’t help but think about how hard it will be for me to reenergize and literally study the whole day,but i’m a topugh nut,and i hope i can pull thru.