A foot close to death
It's been a while since I write again. I almost forgot about this remedee, and I don't think if I can arrange thoughts anymore.
Last day, I found out something happened beyond my knowledge. I was ignorant of a thing that I wish I stayed igorant with.
I cheated in class, and my Professor found out.
Yes, I know how dumb I am to copy an identical work with my friend, and copy wrong information. I got half credit, but I was called out.
I have now this uncertainty if I'm gonna pass the sem of that particular course, but it's stuck in my head for a while now.
Not just the thought of not getting passed even out of mercy, but the thought of my Professor found out I was cheating is a horrible shame for me.
I am a girl. I always pretend to study so hard, but true colors came out of those paint I was trying to hide under.
I know it's my fault. It's all my fault that I don't trust my self, and my accuracy. I used to do things myself, and every time I try, I got variety of answers which always turned out to be of course, incorrect.
I had a hard time last semester. I always cry privately wondering when would everything be over. This sem, I tried to treat myself, hut I guess I went too far.
And now, I'm all hoping for the best. Nothing but something better than what's in my head to happen.
I only wanna pass. That's all.
Last day, I found out something happened beyond my knowledge. I was ignorant of a thing that I wish I stayed igorant with.
I cheated in class, and my Professor found out.
Yes, I know how dumb I am to copy an identical work with my friend, and copy wrong information. I got half credit, but I was called out.
I have now this uncertainty if I'm gonna pass the sem of that particular course, but it's stuck in my head for a while now.
Not just the thought of not getting passed even out of mercy, but the thought of my Professor found out I was cheating is a horrible shame for me.
I am a girl. I always pretend to study so hard, but true colors came out of those paint I was trying to hide under.
I know it's my fault. It's all my fault that I don't trust my self, and my accuracy. I used to do things myself, and every time I try, I got variety of answers which always turned out to be of course, incorrect.
I had a hard time last semester. I always cry privately wondering when would everything be over. This sem, I tried to treat myself, hut I guess I went too far.
And now, I'm all hoping for the best. Nothing but something better than what's in my head to happen.
I only wanna pass. That's all.