I like studying, I really do. But when it gets to the point where your brain can't process well like that annoying loading screen -- I just can't.
Since the second semester of my school life, my tuition fee was always paid late, and that means taking the exam like on Saturday next week, and I'm just staring at them because that means I have like one rest day which includes doing hell-chores at house, ya feel. Then when I was about to take the exam, they're like, "Just take it next week. The admin's too busy, girl."
Do they even realize how I studied the entire night just for this? I mean, next week uh-huh, I'll forget about what I studied and boom, low grades.
Then the next day, I was startled. It's an examination again like what on Thursday-Friday.
And I'm just there writing the summary of the Gift of the Magi, typing the Pardoners Tale summary in old english, and writing the script for Literature that the deadline is next month. I glanced at the mountain of books beside me, and breathed deeply. There's like thick binders of reviewers.
Well, f-ck.
