The End Result

It was a very long car ride. I was yelling inside at all the red traffic lights. You know the butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach? That was ever present during the entire trip: beads of cold sweat, dilated pupils, contraction of stomach muscles - and, worse of all, my mind was NOT empty. It was swirling with endless reactions of the people i know if:

a) I failed
b) I got straight As
c) I yanked the car door open and in my haste to get to the school was knocked over by a tanker.

Needless to say i was very nervous. Kinda makes you wish at that moment you were Gaia Moore of Fearless ( girl born without the fear gene and all that).

When we approached the admin staff, handing out the result slips, I didn't know whether to run or to hug the lady. She asked me to choose my name, write my number, my IC, and sign. Then she handed me the slip. My eyes glanced over it.

A
A
A
A
A
A
A

First thought: Holy shit.
Second thought: Why is my heart beating so fast?
Third thought: DO NOT JUMP AND SCREAM WITH JOY!!!

And that was it. Relief at last.