Before and after that day, I have never felt that much pain. It was a sharp pain at my chest like I was being continuously stabbed with a knife. Plus, I was really weak! I could barely move on the bed, I couldn't speak. All I did was cry.
"I should have at least had a 'D' or an 'E'" I said as I walked back to my hostel with tears streaming down my cheeks. The fact that I was going to rewrite that course made me more sad.
Growing up, my family used to visit our grandfather (He is late now) when we had holidays. We used to spend about two weeks with him. As I think of him now, I remember how amazing the man was. He would always tell us stories and teach us life lessons when we erred. There was... Continue Reading →