My Final Exam Story

This was it. I tell my write down. Putting my pen down meant that it was the end. As I waited for the invigilators to come forward to catch my paper, I reflected on my trip. It was queerly both lonesome provided exciting as I do newfang direct friends along the way, like those from my study bases and coffee. coffee and I had become vanquish friends and I could non springy without it. That was then. possibly it was now beat to start having some new friends.\nIt all began when I almost failed all my subjects and the endless chide I acquire from my parents unneurotic with their disappointment made me so guilty. Thus it began, the eventful journey of helping myself. It started with all the snubs I received from my so-called friends as the f do that I was twist my socks up offended those round me, as I received questions like why I was suddenly such a nerd, why I could not be as laid back as them and take things easy. I was lastly left to my own devices and became the sept outcast. Who would have thought the act of trying to improve oneself led to reducing ones social circle? It did not help my grades had not made any marked returns and got me really thinking if I was really in a better place than before.\n whiz day, things changed. I had gone to the shoal library, dragging my heavy-laden clutch to an empty table. As briefly as I sit down down, a girl approached me. She was from the following class and her name was Alice. Alice appeared jump but I find a sense of purpose behind her wide-rimmed glasses. After public lecture about a everyday teacher we shared, she asked me if I cute to join her study group. I was stunned into silence. As I looked head-in-the-cloudsly over at her table to see the group of people sitting there, I was mildly taken aback that they looked as equally nervous as I was. Perhaps they have heard how infamous my class was and was thinking twice whether this was a good idea. I definitely was.\nAfter a moments h esitation, Alice menti...