acceptance towards a tutor will improve your grades?
ha ha. what a reasoning. perhaps.
ever feel like you owned the whole world this moment &the next falling into a pit?
somewhat my thoughts swirled like a whirlpool &its not going to stop anytime.
imagine being with a class of substandard,& a student came back to repeat his major exam again.
he got himself nine points less frm full marks for his maths paper2 and an A for his paper1.
plus,he tops in every other subject like physics,all 3 papers. &he's a repeat student.
well aside for his gp,his language for literature in essays is fantastic i can well assure that.
his looks is above average if you must band him,as in comparison of MY class.
but thats secondary. believing that you are the upper class in your class all along,that dream was smashed
instantly because you know that your standard is nothing comparable to cambridge's expectation AT ALL.
& you sat there lamenting this and that like an old haggard woman, but nothing helps.
&now you feel like you are slapped in the face straight,you searched your soul but you found none.
& everything falls apart.
you drop dead,& your mind blanked.
nothing goes in,nothing comes through.
mind as well be dead. argh.
pals all see me as the better one, but the agony and inner turmoil...
they never understand.
ha ha. what a reasoning. perhaps.
ever feel like you owned the whole world this moment &the next falling into a pit?
somewhat my thoughts swirled like a whirlpool &its not going to stop anytime.
imagine being with a class of substandard,& a student came back to repeat his major exam again.
he got himself nine points less frm full marks for his maths paper2 and an A for his paper1.
plus,he tops in every other subject like physics,all 3 papers. &he's a repeat student.
well aside for his gp,his language for literature in essays is fantastic i can well assure that.
his looks is above average if you must band him,as in comparison of MY class.
but thats secondary. believing that you are the upper class in your class all along,that dream was smashed
instantly because you know that your standard is nothing comparable to cambridge's expectation AT ALL.
& you sat there lamenting this and that like an old haggard woman, but nothing helps.
&now you feel like you are slapped in the face straight,you searched your soul but you found none.
& everything falls apart.
you drop dead,& your mind blanked.
nothing goes in,nothing comes through.
mind as well be dead. argh.
pals all see me as the better one, but the agony and inner turmoil...
they never understand.
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