I wanted to talk about something different and slightly more lighthearted, in my opinion, before entering the chaos the Maine situation has been, and so, I went back to the "My return!" chapter because I remembered I wrote about people I wanted to talk about in the future and I found this...
Joseph- I know, I know, he's my cousin [...] He's fine, I guess. He hid where he worked because he claimed it was super secretive. After years, we found out he has Dean's same work title, and although I won't share it here just to keep this anonymous, it is not a secretive job at all. We now call him Agent 007 behind his back. So, that was stupid. I might have a story about him and his SAT exams that I love to tell to teach people not to lie about insignificant things in life that I might share.
And that's when I knew... this was today's story.
Now, Joseph, as you read before, is my cousin. We studied together from elementary school until high school. He then left under mysterious circumstances. His friends and classmates would say that he was a genius and that he moved abroad in search of new horizons for his dreams.
However,
since I am his cousin... I got the inside scoop... and the inside scoop said otherwise.
So...
Imma spill the tea.
It all started in year 11 in high school. Where I come from, when you enter high school, you have the option to take the University Entrance Exams (UEE) since grade 10th or 9th (depending on the school). However, it is highly recommended you wait until senior year because the exams do cover topics from 10th, 11th, and 12th grade. Usually the students who take the UEE so early on are really really advanced students...
...
students we were not.
Not because we had terrible grades but because our school simply wasn't that advanced.
Now, also, for context, our school was weird af, because of how the social aspect worked. You could be a cool kid if you excelled at different areas, and they usually included funniness, sports, or grades. And you might be thinking that this isn't quite odd, but the thing was that in our school, being popular for your funniness and grades was above sports. The jocks at school were cool only when the championships were on, and... they would almost all the time lose. So, in the scale of losers... they weren't the worst losers... but they were... losers.
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Gwen's Life Journal
RomanceHello!! My name is Gwen, and I want to share all my crazy life stories, from love to adventure and even a little bit of horror. I have never told anyone any of these, so I think it might be fun to share them with you guys and get to know if you have...