Numaira Bilal Shareef, an 18 year old student pursuing her education in a university, known for cheerfulness, an extroverted, kind girl who loves her family more than anything and everything.
She did not expect that she'd love someone other than he...
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Climbing down the stairs of the bus, I started to walk through the pathway that led straight to my destination, that is DNU. Two minutes walk, that shouldn't feel this exhausting, right? But it is what it is. It's been a month since the academic year started.
It's funny, though, how I was so nervous and excited now that all I see is boring and exhausting classes. Weekly tests in business maths that could make a cadaver rise from its grave and blow its already rotten brain with a gun.
I'm not even kidding at this point, I mean, don't even get me started with the maths, and yes, the great accounting. Both cost and financial. During school, it wasn't that hard, I scored 83.4%.
This isn't the part I'm about to say, gotcha. I'm a good student now by this marks, might as well say 'was' a good student.
But seriously though, surprise gifts are there, even surprise guests are there.
But who even found this surprise test?
Seriously, what pushed you people to do this. We should be happy with surprises, right?
Guess what?!
We are not, by any means surprised nor happy. But I guess our teachers are happy, so happy that they are so surprised with the 0's we are scoring relentlessly with that healthy competing attitude.
But few students are there completely toping it. I mean, how? I've seen them chatting during the classes while myself, not even moving my head fully concentrated on the lecture. This isn't fair. By any means!
Was I always this stupid? I have no idea because every time a test is being announced, I'm on the verge of crying and screaming my non-consent to everyoneand call for a strike.
I prepare for every test, diligently and constantly. But my scores simply sings somethingelse than I'd like to hear.
Nowadays, I have doubted that my board marks were even really scored by my sincere efforts or just a fluke? Those things I learned before, I am not even sure I learned that well. My confidence just seems to fly out of the window every day I write my tests.
College life will be fun, they said...
But, I have to try harder because I can't give up now. I don't even know where I'd go if I give up on this. Abbu tells me that I'd make it out with good marks. Mom doesn't say anything, but it is safe to say she is weary about this.
All of this aside, as I am getting my monthly test in 40 days. Shocker, I know. And I've to show my mom the good results I enunciate, 'the good results' again which conceals the best result in its greater sense of meaning. A demand in the name of expectations from my Ammi Jaan.
