Sorry for my pride

Fraud victim

It's half past nine in the morning

The place was crowded, and the voices were overlapping to make me hear some of the insults uttered by the angry people. I was trying to pass with difficulty, crowds of people were pushing violently, one person kicked me, another pushed me, another pushed my back, and another slapped my cheek unintentionally. I even pushed the others, against my will ,and we fell to the ground repeatedly!

If I don't go out with the paper with me, I will die at their feet without them noticing, and if I go out with the paper as a feast in my hand while,I am alive, I will be grateful!

I shouted in complaining and annoyance:" Sorry, move away a little... Excuse me?... Hey, you... Be careful! Sir, you are stepping on my feet...pleased remove your hand! Get your hands off my bag."

The place is very crowded, the situation seems as if we were in a mall where there was an offer of discounts on prices, and not an area for presenting training results papers to students who were captivated by fear and anxiety of discovering the results

I appreciate the students' enthusiasm, but they should not behave so chaotically and aggressively

I have been in a bad mood for a whole week because of someone, and I do not have the energy to tolerate any provocative, wasteful behavior from anyone.

These employees...should have been more organized, instead of having all the final year students present at the same time!

If we were in the first year, the situation would not have been like this, but because we have been studying nursing all these years, here we are waiting for the results papers , after this cruel, mean, pleasure-destroying field has isolated us from life, destroyed our mental health, and made us rampage like monsters!

My turn finally arrived and I received the paper and hurried out of this crowd, raising my hand high, holding the paper so that nothing would happen to it, as if I were raising a golden cup. I finally left and bent my back to lean on my knees, panting in annoyance, whispering: I almost suffocated!

I stood up, taking a deep breath, and arranged my hair and appearance, which had been spoiled by the crowd. Then I smiled as I looked at the paper with emotion. I am afraid to read it and be shocked, but I will do it in the end and there is no escape.

My attention was caught by the girls screaming with sadness and resentment, and her friend calming her down, saying: It's okay, my dear, there are always other opportunities..

But she denied it with sadness and worry: You don't understand anything! All my family members are some of the best doctors, and I would be a shame to them if they found out.

Another young man kicked the trash can forcefully, shouting hatefully: Damn the efforts that were wasted.

His friend supported him: There is something wrong. Perhaps that professor with whom you quarreled had a grudge against you and ousted you, taking advantage of the opportunity to teach you a lesson in evaluation. But look at you, if you were taken to work in the hospital, lives would be lost and the sky would be crowded with them. You even broke a number. Record among the most students who lose consciousness whenever they see an emergency!

His comment ended with him severely provoking the other part: "One more word and I will indeed send your soul to heaven and curse you for life...

I sighed sadly at their situation, then quickly ignored them and wondered what my evaluation of the previous training would be? If my performance is good, I will be accepted into the job I applied for previously, and I will have secured my job before I even graduate! I only have the final exams left..