Once upon a time, The Great Asher Shiva Eris Archion was only a frail mortal. He was just like any other normal human being, hanging out with friends, attending school, failing a few of his classes, becoming depressed as a result, and, of course, be...
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Today is Monday, and we students are approaching the final week of the school year. I couldn't be more excited because everything was going so well. I enjoyed my last class, and I played with my friends.
But then, I saw the dreadful report card. My grades were way lower than I had anticipated; what a way to bring down my mood.
The stressful exam week, also known as hell week, had just ended, and today is the day Professor Albert will give out the report cards. I just got mine, and I haven't moved an inch for a minute.
"Hey! What's wrong, Asher? Cat got your tongue?"asked Fred, my mortal enemy, the top one in class. With blond hair, girls in our class fawn over him every chance they get. Being the captain of the basketball team, he has two guys following him wherever he goes.
Never really understanding what was so great about him, I just ignored him and walked towards my chair. I will not entertain his childishness, just like how I've been doing for the rest of the school year.
After Professor Albert handed out the report cards to the students, he said almost ceremoniously, "Alright, everyone, that's it! You're all dismissed. Relax for a while and wait until the next class begins. I expect you all to be disciplined when I leave this room. Goodbye!"
Everybody, including me, said goodbye to Professor Albert. When I reached my seat, I turned on my phone only to see a message from my mother. She is asking about my report card.
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Of course, I lied about it. Imagine what she would do to me if she had discovered my grades! But I am well aware of the consequences of lying about the report card distribution date. I simply need more time to process the grades I received. I will tell my mother about the grades after I muster up the courage I need.
I studied for the exams numerous times, and I even declined my best friend's invitation to attend the concert of my favorite Korean boy band, Stray Kids.
My report card got me thinking. What did I expect anyway? Excel in the exams with a bad mood? I just realized that even if I feel prepared to face any problem in life, I won't be able to do so if I am stressed and depressed.
