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
