Fortunately that the NC that I have amazingly obtained in my result for previous semester does not mean that I have to crazily retake that one particular subject throughout the whole semester—but instead, I should just pay the fee (damn it, this freaking annoying college surely knows how to make students pay for almost every single thing) and sit for the Referral Exam to make up the missing final examination's marks. God, thank you for this brilliant opportunity.
Although the real mystery is that where the hell did the marks for my final examination has gone that it has amazingly gave me a NC in the whole result, I am just freaking glad that at least I don't have to take the subject again for the second time in my life. Less the pain, oh thank you. Even the fact that I have to shamelessly drag my self to the office and meet the detestable lecturer of that particular subject does not hurt this joy of not having to repeat the whole subject. Let us all do the chicken dance right at this part.
Let me be serious, I have not attended even one class this week. On Monday, I missed two classes as I attended the funeral of my dad's cousin. On Tuesday, I went to college but I have brilliantly lost the class venue—leaving me clueless about where the exact class is precisely—this I blamed the administration for printing the wrong class venue. Today however, I am supposed to attend advertising class but I failed to contact my friend and thinking that she did not attend it, I spent my entire evening in the library—only to come back home and realized that that one particular friend did attend the class anyway. Thank you so fucking much for the betrayal, dear friend.
Tomorrow, on the day where I am supposed to be attending another class, my dad has magnificently scheduled a trial driving test for me with the driving school. God, now I am just terribly nervous and fidgeting. What if I don't do well enough tomorrow? What if the engine dies in the middle of the road? What if the car reverses by it self when it stops by the hill? What if I can't complete the parallel parking in less than five minutes? What if I hit a pole during the last part? There are one thousand and four what ifs that I need to answer. I want my driving license so freaking much, but I am not confident I will do well.
Anyway, please wish me luck for tomorrow. I really need to get my own driving license and drive my way around. I need to prove that I am good in something—and please let that something be driving.
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