Once upon a time, a brilliant young (Starting of Yr 12) me had dreams of becoming a doctor. Day and night, I studied. Hours after hours of typing, writing, reading and calculations. My hands ached and my head throbbed but I continued, sacrificing health over study. UMAT and trials were nearing and I was prepared. My body was ready. My mind was ready.
Guess what ? I achieved top 3 results and every single exam. Fuck yeah I thought, time to be the doctor.
But no, it didn't go to plan. My UMAT results arrived a few weeks. I was at school when I heard my mates talking about their UMAT results. My eyes widened, glistening with enthusiasm. I walked up to them asked, "UMAT RESULTS ARE OUT?"
They replied, "YEA IT CAME OUT LAST NIGHT"
Hurriedly, I walked around my classroom asking for someone with internet. To no avail, no one had internet. The bell rang and I ran to the library, asking to use the computers. Logged on but fuck, the website was blocked. It was lunch so I borrowed a friends car, and drove home (LOL desperate).
I logged into my account and to my horror, I got shit.
SO, i drove back to school and went to my friends and they asked, "HOWD YOU GO?"
O well i thought, fuck this shit, fuck school idc bout mah atar, just get 97+ now.
Formal was coming up and i was planning to party hard all week until i reach the first week of holi until i studied. But no, i ended up studying 5 days before first english HSC exam. During this 3 weeks, i was out, drinking, doing some ganja and what not ( I was studying but very little)
Now, i dont even think i can get over 90+ atar now. I am trying to study now, but am too sick and tired (some epic bullshit flu) and have no misadventure shit w/e you call that fuck. I have no uni course in mind right now and everyone around me have low expectations of me (<90 atar). SO im thinking fuck this, ima just wing the exams (and im pretty sure will beat 3/4 of my cohort )
Wot to do? I am dead fucking serious
/rant