Failure

Chapter 1: That Infamous Day

July 8th, 2019. 

That infamous day. All I had to do was hand in my work. And I'll be out of there in less than 15 minutes. But it turned out to be something fucking different. Something which was meant to be as easy as 1,2,3 turned out to be fucking hard. It was like trying to understand the value of X. It was around 2 PM, all I had to do was hand in my work and I'll be a free man. I expected everything to be smooth sailing. But, Mr. S had other plans. I still remember his exact words.

"What the fuck is shit?," he said. I stood still.

"How long did this take for you to complete this work?", he condescended. I was in shock. My face looked calm, but I was numb. A moment's silence passed.

"Why did you come here to study?", he said in an annoyed tone. I had no words. He took another glance at my work. He had this angry look on his face. I knew that I fucked up big time. I knew that drawing was not my strong suit. But I had no choice but to pass this class so that I could achieve my goal of being able to pursue Mass Communication. He motioned with his finger for me to leave. Not seeming to care about how I felt.

I walked out of the class and sat in the hallway. Reflecting on what I've done. As time passed, ironically, his best friend came over to see me. He wanted to see if I was ok. I sort of remember what he said to me. I remember he said, "don't worry about him. Focus on yourself. Take this as a lesson". Ever since he said those words, it made me feel better, and I wanted to just put this day past me.

Later on, I went over to Starbucks to meet a friend of mine. Let me tell you a story about my friend. Mohnish. I met this fucker at a tuition Centre 7 years ago. It's safe to say that the centre was never the same. We became good friends and we are still friends to this day. Our favourite maths teacher, Mr. Hong. He was the Ong in our life. He always puts up with our bullshit in class. I and Mohnish knew that we were hopeless in maths. But at least we tried.

After me and Mohnish met, we both went home together. Our normal car rides consisted of us chit-chatting with each other. But today was a different day. Today was just one of them days where I was just not feeling my normal self. But my friend was there to tell me that you are done with this subject.  But I just had that feeling that I was going to fail this subject. I just hoped that I can pass this subject somehow.

As weeks went by, I started to get over that day. My normal routine would consist of me hitting the gym, getting a pump on, and other bits and bobs. So one day, I was working out. I got a message from a person who I know from college. Rebeca. I met her boyfriend at the time when me and her were having lunch. She wanted to let me know that our grades have been released. At first, I knew that I was going to fail Mr. S subject. With the quality of work that I produced, I knew I was going to repeat it. But to my knowledge, I manage to just get a C. I thought I was shitting myself. But it was real, I didn't have to see Mr. S for this subject again.

Coming from a world where failing is nothing new to me, I must say that this was one of the proudest moments of my life. If it was me  in school, I knew that I would have probably gotten a low grade or failed the subject overall.