I used to get good grades when I was in high school. (Note how I used past tense.) I remember feeling so great because I almost always achieve high scores in almost all the exercises and examinations given to me. And when I do get low scores, I still feel great because what usually happens is that my scores remain better than most of my classmates. They’re retards. And I’m kidding.
But things have changed, obviously; and I have never felt so bad about my scores until today. Never having been the ~studious~ kind of person didn’t affect me in my high school life. I was always just “lol fuk dis shit im gonna pass eniwei” towards everything shoved in front of me. But now that I’m in college (and that I’ve failed the most number of exams in a short amount of time in my entire life), I think it’s time. It’s time for me to take a step further and unleash my inner potential.
TV? Who gives a shit? NOVELS AND COMIC BOOKS? I don’t give a damn. THE INTERNET? SOPA and PIPA don’t care apparently. So why should I, too? Just now, I’ve realized that I don’t need “fun” in my life. Fun is for children. I’M A GROWN UP NOW. I’M STARTING TO GROW ARMPIT HAIR, YOU SEE THAT?!? And I will do whatever it takes to get back on track. Starting NOW.
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