she waltz confidently around the ballroom. confident, she felt like she's shining with hope of winning that night's championship. she felt she was the only one exuding the elegance and confidence no one else had. her dance ended with a round of applause and cheers. she returned to her seat, to comments from her love ones. words of encouragement, some of honest critism. with chin held high, she said, "i'm confident of winning." and brushed off any other advices for her second act. and then everything came to an end, the results are coming out. the champion is annouced-it's not her. still, she received a last consolation, which she wouldn't even give it a second glance. she suddenly felt the world closing in, her only hope for a great achievement as her only consolation in life. she didn't win, but never really lost either.
B3s-a passing grade which means you're neither stupid nor smart. ordinary perhaps, or average. a couple of it may come as a consolation. what makes 6 of it then? 18points. getting you no where, meaning you're absolutely average, or perhaps, pure dumbness-cos you dont even have any single thing you can excel in. and freak, of all things to get a b3, is the one subject you're terribly lousy in. a good improvement, it may be-one may say. but what the heck, wont you rather excel in what you usually do and sucks in that particular one? oh wait, so everyone around you shrugs and say, your results aren't bad. but hey, arent bad means it isn't good either, is it not? oh fuck, and it perhaps has got something to do with your pride. all that confidence of getting As sums to nothing. the slight mention of results, of the future, of where to step into next, brings you humbly into a shell. your confidance crumbles, and you start wondering, what if you remain that average the rest of your life? 5 years adds up to average. wont the next 2 years means you're shit? 3 years in design? oh, you dont even have the shit of a foundation. keen ineterst? yes, perhaps. but competitions no longer depends on interest. and you start wondering, do you really have the calibre? will you emerge no where, average, ordinary, again?
tears you felt like shedding wont come, cos the one who loves you alot filled your day with laughs and hope. and it's only now that you realised, he really does love you alot, despite all that insecurities you felt before. and so you vowed never to hold him in doubts again. and you better remember that.