Woke up this morning knowing I was going to take an exam I know I was going to fail.
Woke up this morning feeling like death because I've been staying up late and studying all week for an exam I know I was going to fail.
I guessed on half of it. Not even educational guesses. Just guesses.
The thing that's frustrating is that I'm good at History. It should have been a breeze, and I should have been able to do it.
I know it.
My parents know it.
My History teacher knows it.
Instead, I guessed.
Instead, I'm the straight-A student who was student council president and didn't get any scholarships.
I'm sick of being a disappointment.
Mmkay. Enough teen angst. Time to go shopping.