Gyahahahaha! So there we go, it has happened, after two months of waiting, our promotion to the next grade has been announced, for some of us, at least, gyahahaha!
Anyways, before I went to school, I had to go join a bunch of classmates in a fast food joint, no biggie, so I went. I had time to burn, so it was alright. I didn't eat anything, mind you. After about forty-five minutes of information digging, I figured out I had nothing left to do there, and proceeded to walk to school, it wasn't particularly far away, at least not far enough for me to feel all sweaty and Randall-ish.
By the time I reached school, it was around an hour before the results, so I got onto my perch and watched while the individual gears turn, and the pieces slowly fall into place.
During that time, I learned of two pieces of information, and I quote:
1. My English teacher was happy with my English results.
2. And my Maths teacher to my Maths result.
And since three subjects are needed to pass, if I have those two grades being satisfiable, the last one would of course be Science, and how can I do badly at that? Gyahahaha.
Finally, the time arrived for everyone to congregate in the Hall, for the results, of course. Before they gave out their results, the school gave a next-to-useless, to me anyway, presentation on the Institute of Technical Education, despite the nice-sounding name, they're actually hellholes, due to the manner of people who go there.
After that, we found out about the people with the top ten grades, I naturally made it. With three distinctions no less, I did not expect to get a distinction for English, but I wasn't surprised, either.
Then, they started to hand out the actual results, it was a major bore, and took a lot of time because they did it for the girls first, and then it was to us, one at a time, each taking no less than a minute. I already knew my results, so I didn't rush or anything.
After all this, I was disappointed in one thing though, the amount of people who wept, I was hoping for a full-blown bawfest, but I guess it just doesn't go your way all the time. The thought that lives start to suck is a nice consolation, as always.
