post exams

I know i was panicky like all other teens waiting for their results...but dzang, the hour came closer and closer....
then 3days before they came out, i get a call from my homeboy slick g. Damn, nigga tells me that, he just got his results.
The psychologist in me starts analysing his voice, checking if he sounds broken, excited or something! But nothing. He's just blank. Doesnt sound like someone who just got his results!!! So, he goes on, says to me, it wasnt bad. He got results that u cant really critisize.

The very next morning, a bag and a half of nerves, i decide to go to my former school, to get the results. I think of drinking or smoking first, but damn, id just choke on the stuff if i did. So i go.

Arrive at my school and go straight to th principal's office. Nigga tells me to go and check in the staff room.
SHIT! Thats where all the teachers set base...worst fear confirmed. Then im like fuck it, lemme go. By then im nt just a bag of nerves, im two bags of nerves! I go there, and luckily the deputy principal calls me, bounce into his office, and um, he gives me the sheet of results.

The fuck,

damn man.

Shit aint bad, not bad at all! Heck, lowest symbol i got was a D.

Lol, i start loosening up, bags of nerves are gone.
Then i make my way home...time to pop a few bottles of that bubbly :-D

Results fever.

When my final exams came, i never had exams fever, but now that they are coming out soon, im starting to get it! Its bad, real bad ive never been so petrified over a piece of paper telling me how well,or how bad i did in the exam. When writing my exam, i wrote really well, i never panicked, i just took them like any other test. And Now, its like, apocalypto,
my other friend was doing matric, damn nigga got three distinctions. And to say that this dude smoked weed every single day he was writting his exams. Maybe im overreacting, or maybe im being too hard on myself, but if i really do fail, i wouldnt be able to handle the shame, damn it, this small piece of paper has got me, yes me thinking of suicide! I mean what the fuck.

Hood ratz

Pathetic, thats what my life is turning out to be. I never planned it to turn out this way, if it wernt for my dad, i would be singing a whole different tune. Right now im stuck in a hood. With hood ratz. And for some pathetic reason ive started messing around with them, and i clearly remember swearing that, no matter how cute or fine the hoodrat can get, i wouldnt date them, now look what ive done,, pathetic! And as the japanese warriors bow down in shame with their swords, ive also decided to stop messing with the hoodrats, i need to set focus on my ideal type of girl. The goldilocks girl. Now thats what im talking about.
I mean, im one of a kind, so i need someone to compliment my special.ness! How do i get myself in these situations!