Today was the first day of my last semester for my foundation year. The first of the last. Ironic.
Anyway, to cut straight to the depression.
Project : C
Drawing : B
Critical Studies : B
English : B
Overall : C
I was a bloody 0.7 mark away from a B.
What makes it so bloody frustrating is that, 0.7 isn't even ONE mark. You can't say 'I was only ONE mark away'. You say 'I was 0.7 marks away!'. The '0.' makes it so depressing.
Anyway, my classes this semester is GREAT!
Monday starts at 1 p.m
Tuesday starts at 2 p.m
Wednesday starts at 9 a.m till 12
Thursday starts at 1 p.m
Friday starts at 2 p.m
^_____^
I told my Dad about my results. He didn't really yell at me cause he said he saw me trying. He just told me to buck up and put in alot more effort in this semester.
(I praise God for understanding parents)
I became a very devoted and religious Christian after checking out my timetable.
(I'm just kidding. I've always been religious and devoted XD)
