Failing

 

Failing - Day 16

This is day 16 of the challenge - A story a day, keeps the boredom away. Each day I'll try to reach my goal of 500 words a day. Today I'll be writing about my day and how it went horribly wrong.

Today, this Sunday, was a week after I had done the exam in the religion school. We would be seeing our result and seeing if we passed or not. I got ready super lazy because Sundays make me super lazy. Took me a bit of time but we left to the school a bit after it started, so we were a bit late.

The lady in the front desk said that the school would be ending at 12:30am instead of the usual 2pm. This was pretty good news but also pretty weird as there had to be something up if we are leaving earlier than usual. Once we stepped into the room, we greeted the teacher, and he told us that we had to make something, it could be a poem, a poster, an information sheet, a story about something we had learned during the time we had learned at the school.

I decided to make a story about the thing that we had learned about not too long ago. My brother agreed with it, and I said that I didn't want to go up and say it as I was too shy, and so I told my brother that I would agree to write it, but they would have to say it on stage. My brother agreed and told his friend if he wanted to do it with him and so they could read it together and split up the talking into two, so that both of them can go up and they barely have to do much work. I decided to finish writing it as quick as possible, but that was pretty hard as it took longer than I had expected to finish writing it. The teacher allowed break time already pretty early and I still hadn't eaten even after the break had ended as I was still writing the story down from my brother's phone. My brother then read it and said that it was bad and a bit unorganized. He questioned some of the stuff that I had wrote and I explained it to him. He then realised and wasn't confused but he still wanted to write his own down. So, then he started writing down his own version from mine.

During this time, I decided to start eating and my little brother also decided to go and write down his story and make what he was going to say in front of the class. Although, the teacher soon came up to us and told us that we would be performing in front of our parents instead of the class. This put a lot of pressure on my brother, his friend and my little brother. Good thing that I wasn't the one going to say the story that I had wrote down.

Soon later, it was time to say the speech, so we went downstairs into the restaurant area, and we sat down getting ready, but the teacher gave a surprise and told everyone that there would be a pizza party and free fries. The teacher and the chef soon brought out a lot of pizza and they were big slices for everyone. There were also free fries and there would soon be drinks that you could drink if you felt a bit thirsty. This was fun and we also had some fun talking to each other and messing with our food while we pretended to do some spicy challenges with the food which was verry immature to do looking back at it, but still, it was really funny and fun to do.

Next, this was the bad part. I didn't go up so I felt a bit left out but happy because I would feel so embarrassed. My brothers went up and his friend and after that, more people went up and more and more. Then soon, it was the end, and the teacher decided to give out some prizes to some students that have done a lot, and then my two brothers went up and not me. I was expecting my little brother because he is the teacher favourite, but I wasn't expecting my bigger brother. This was a bit embarrassing because I didn't go up and didn't get a prize but that was fine because they deserved it much more than I did. A few more people went up and got their prize, but the next thing would make it the worse.

Then the teacher told people names to come up if they had passed the test. I thought I didn't pass because I got 60% instead of the 70% required to pass. After name by name passes by. I didn't hear my name, till I was the only one sitting down, then the teacher called my name for last. I'm still not sure if this was a mistake or not, but the teacher said that there was a mistake and my name wasn't on one of them, and I was supposed to be on one because I got over 50% marks and still passed, or if that I had failed because I had gotten below 70% as I got 60%. I'm still pretty sad of that I'm very confused still. Hopefully it was the mistake instead of me failing, anyways I'm counting that as a failure as I never got told, but at least I got my name on another one after the teacher had corrected it.

This has made me to push more into my religion and to make me know more so this doesn't happen next time and that I don't feel much more like a failure than I did when that happened. Thanks for reading.