Nimmah was not exactly a genius.
She however knew her way around maths formulas and ever so oftenly passed without too much effort.
The semester she believed had been an easy one.
She believed that this time she would pass, so when she encountered a predicament she could not help but feel as if she had been cheated.
The question had been supposedly easy, and having little to do she had attempted it, in hope to confirm that the finals would most probably have nothing on her.
When she went to the library, she was only supposed to update her notes but after completing before time she attempted the assignment.
The first question was hard.
She actually could not believe it, she had been so sure of herself.
But she never really was a genius so the question may have been simply hard. She believed.
When she went to class she thought every one would find the question just as hard but they didn't which led her to ask her self the question she really dreaded.
Was she actually stupid?
She refused to believe that and went ahead to attempt another question after having given herself a rest for days.
When she did it, she found it just as difficult.
She could not even understand where to begin.
She did not want to cry. The questions had been incredibly easy to others so maybe she just had to do it again.
She racked her brains for days but she was far from getting an answer.
And when she did she doubted herself.
Maybe she was indeed stupid.
So one evening she abandoned all school work and broused instead.
She searched for the word she hated the most.
Stupid.
She could not be, she wasn't.
However she saw something really incredible and perhaps even more soothing.
'it is very difficult to solve a math problem hungry.'
She ate her fingers out and tried to do the math question.
Ten minutes later she was done.
And it is then she realized that every time she had done the questions she had actually not been plain stupid but hungry.
