Rite of Failing

The class just passed the police report each of us wrote. Working on it was sort of exhausting, actually. We had to go to a police station of our choice, get to know what felony happened just recently, see if it’s even news-worthy, and then do a write-up on it. The process was pretty simple. But getting involved, ugh, forget it. Difficult is an understatement. We had to “connect” to different sorts of people. I mean, I had to. Talking to suspects and victims who look more like they’re suspects is just not very inviting, I think. Okay, it’s done. It’s just no use ranting over it.

So what happened after submitting the report is that Sir Luis returned the midterm blue books. I wasn’t really excited about it. I mean, come on! There’s no way on earth I’d get a perfect score for it. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing during the examinations. Why even bother thinking about my grade? Must be something between 1.0 and 3.0.

Then I got called. I got my blue book. This is it, I thought. I opened it. I got a 5.0. I guessed wrong, then. I never expected I would fail the exam. Well, I mean, not fully. I half-expected this given the fact that I wasn’t even aware of the schedule of the exam. So there was no studying, no cramming, no nothing. I was even lucky to have gone to class that day. So, okay. No biggie. It’s not like it’s my first time to get this kind of stuff, is it? And failing the midterm doesn’t mean failing the course (take 2). The midterm’s only 20% of the final grade. I could get the hell out of the remaining 80%.

I know I will. I’m sure. I can’t afford to lose 3 units now. The overloading I did for this term would just come to waste. Moreover, I’d be more delayed than ever. And I’m certainly not gonna let that happen.

Trust me. I can handle anything.