Some decisions aren't sudden. Just like mine.
Again, I glanced over at my result on the school's notice board, where it was telling me I had to repeat the second year of my nursing degree programme because I failed a course.
I had sacrificed many nights of sleep, eating healthy food, and having fun like normal people. I forgot the joys of life just so that I would be able to pass the man's course, as I wasn't able to write his test because it happened when I was sick. When I went to him for a makeup test, he said I was no special person for whom he would conduct another test for.
I still stared at the result with hope that somehow it would change and turn to pass.
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"I prepared a lot to make my parents proud. Coming from a poor family," I kept looking up at the sky, trying to distract myself from crying. But it was hard to forget the pain I felt when the lecturer denied me the opportunity for a makeup test, and that pain was still fresh in my heart. I finally let out all the pent-up emotions I had been storing, and the tears started flowing again.
"I know how my parents struggle to send me to school. They don't have the means to afford my fees for another year." I let it out to my friend, who listened with a compassionate look.
She tried to comfort me by saying, "Don't stress yourself. More than half of the students are repeating the class, including me." but it couldn't calm me down.
It hurt knowing that not only would I be repeating the class, but my family would face additional financial struggles because of it.
"It won't be alright. I'm tired. I wanted to finish school as quickly as possible so that I could also help them financially, but this one-year delay is becoming a problem. My aim has changed. No more school. I will follow the easiest shortcut. Instead of manifesting to be a nurse, I will manifest to be a rich man's wife." I say. I am no longer interested in education. I won't repeat any classes. I'd rather drop out.
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Manifesting To Be The Rich Man's Wife
RomanceSome decisions aren't sudden. Just like mine. Again, I glanced over at my result on the school's notice board, where it was telling me I had to repeat the second year of my nursing degree programme because I failed a course. I had sacrificed many n...