So it turns out my shortcomings have not been forgotten by the mailman, and today I am handed back the test paper that said there are no free lunches and no free riders.
20/55
This is a formula for disaster.
Now there are more than ten things that I could use as an excuse, but answering the exam was ultimately done with the little knowledge my brain had, so at the very bottom pit of despair, I only have myself to blame.
But it does not end with a failing mark, or a promise to do better next time. I have made a deal not to use Facebook *curses social networks* for a while – maybe only during weekends – until I could prove myself to be more than capable of handling school work with or without distractions.
Most of the things in my long list of things-to-do are entered into my long list of broken promises. I sure hope it’s not the case this time around.
