Subject: Hindi Recitation.
Cause: The price of being a goody-two-shoes.
Situation: it's reading week. Since my performance in class was (fúcking) awesome, a student nominated my name up for one programme of reading week.
I can absolutely NOT reject a person (it eats me up from inside) and agreed to do it in english (the poem recitation)
But the teacher, who is either greedy or has higher expectations for me, told me to do it in hindi. In the heat of the goddamn moment I was nodding my fúcking head.
This was yesterday (24/6). The recitation is tomorrow. (26/6)
Today (25/6), I gathered up a poem and went to the Hindi teacher. She told me to do another poem and gave me the lines and all. I tried.
I reached home at 6 pm but we had visitors. I couldn't look at the poem until it was around 7 pm. I started crying.
My mom adviced and tried to cheer me up. I was accidentally rude to my brother cus I was so frustrated, I couldn't get the lines right.
Then there was a message in the class group saying "due to rain, school will be cancelled in the district tomorrow (26)."
I fúcking combusted. God does exist.