I want to study attentively, but I am sluggish. But I have to study. But seriously, I'm too lazy. But if I don't study, I can fail. But if I study, I will not be able to meet my mom! What? I can't even decide what to do now. The amount of my attendance in class decreased rapidly. The teachers are mad at me, but they do not know that I am so lazy. The semester schedule is out, but it's annoying. What can I do?
And there are only two weeks, and then my life will be free from full of troubles and obstacles and extra worries. I will be temporarily released from my four-year life contract from the path of my fantastic choice. I still do not understand how this significant chapter is going to end. If the realm of imagination were to replace itself with the kingdom of this unpleasant truth, I would undoubtedly rebel, planning to embark on a journey of "discovering a true identity." Sadly, these thoughts are confined to the outside of the brain. It's not that my brain can't comprehend the materials taught by the lecturers. And not that I'm dumb. I am not talented, but I can remember everything well and clearly. But I'm too lazy. Too lazy.
A few weeks ago, I didn't study too much for my midterm tests. And the results? As good as ever. My CGPA is still healthy to make my parents proud; about me? Of course, I feel extremely satisfied with my results. But now, this semester is almost the last fight, the most decisive final. And I'm too lazy to touch the book. I'm not bragging, but if I get good results in the midterm tests, I can survive in the finals, can't I? Logically, yes.
I also have some more work to do. My mom was hospitalized. As a dutiful, loyal, and affectionate boy, the desire to meet her was more remarkable than my studies. But I can still study, but laziness. But studying is not fun. Rather than drowning myself in papers and slides, I would rather see her smiling face, which automatically smiles when she sees me. But there is a possibility that my grades will skydive without a parachute. I'm a little scared of losing my scholarship. Although now it is a bit weak and in danger line, the fear is a little heavy. But it would be better if I could secure my scholarship. My parents will be even more proud of me. However, there is no point in thinking so much. I'm super duper lazy.
The two-week wait is finally over. Everything went well. Mom went home from the hospital perfectly healthy. Everything feels so simple and very smooth—all fine.
After waiting a few weeks after the test, the grade came out. Guess what? of the eight courses, five have been already out. Grade? A-, A, A, A-A-. I am the happiest person of all time. The next day, two more courses result are out, both A-. My best choice was to study hard. My parents are pleased and proud of me; maybe they are happier than me.
There is one more to out. This is my favourite lecturer course; I like it and guess what I get? C + !! C +! Can you believe it? I can't. This grade is lower than all my midterm grades. To be honest, it ruined everything; it just ruined a happy soul. That's why everyone calls him crazy. He kills people, kills from inside. He is still alive to kill all the happy souls in the class.
I knew it could happen, and it did. No matter how great our efforts are or how smart we are, everything is in the hands of those who have authority and power.
