Schools holiday is over! Damn, didn't feel it sey.
Most of the time, spend in school. Haish.
So tmr, having AYC.
Really, a light of hope shone on me every single day.
After sending that letter, paying fot that book and even writing on it.
It gets brighter and brighter.
As though it is confirmed.
Confirmed to have a better hope of having a great future.
Not just great, but yet, a more determined future.
A future which i had ever dreamt and planned for.
It was as if a built-in mountain getting higher and higher.
To reach to the top.
To the infinity where those lights would be.
In a split seconds, with those 5 words given to the group of eagered pupils,
including myself,
who had been building that mountain,
broken and shattered into pieces as if it was being stabbed and hit by an enormous sword of truth.
Leaving those broken pieces lying on the ground.
Those pieces of mounted hope.
It was also as if the dark grey couloured cloud howled over the bright blue sky.
Covering that light.
The light of hope.
The light of determination.
The light of happiness.
I swear that i will never ever forget this 'disaster'. Ever.
And the cause of it is just that 5 words;
'Your appeal is not approved.'
Insane. I know.
Sad, disappointed, 'grief', etc.
Whatever you want to describe it.
Nearly half the class wasn't ready to hear that news.
The bad news.
Because it's our decision which determines our future.
It's not about an easy way out by taking combined phys and chem with pure bio or combined phys and bio with pure chem,
but it's just a strategy.
A strategy to get better results.
I know she is thinking positively.
She's kind and friendly though.
But it would be fair that what we have decided could be consider to fullfill it.
And really consider it.
We are putting in our almost 100% effort.
Yet, we know, it's hard for her and her colleagues to believe.
Would a reason of 'wasting human resources' a reasonable one for it to not be approved?
Would it be fair to us, who most of us couldn't cope those heavy weightage and demands?
Would it?
Rethink it please. We beg them. Please.
We could only beg them.
And leave the rest to the almighty god.
Ya Allah Ya Rahman Ya Rahim.
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