Reality just knocked on my door, I opened it and took a big fist in the face, grimaced in pain while watching it laughing and strutting away. Promos Results are tomorrow, it said.

Reality is grim. Its harsh. After that, the doorbell rang again. Here came uncertainty. It put a hat on my doorstep, shits in the hat , sets it on fire and walks away laughing.

I'd never thought this day would come, but we all know that's not possible. Although there are slim chances of me retaining, the possibility is still there. Like all surgeries, no matter how minor, always carry a risk. Imagine dying from a tooth removal. Out comes the tooth, and a fountain of life starts spouting from the cavity, and transforms the once pristine white room into a set for the upcoming Saw VI. I'm always nervous before collection of results, everybody is (except if you're like ZY, or the CB who got 98 for math). As long as the possibility is there, anxiety is here to stay as well.

Heard that the passing rate for math and bio is 80%. Now I just hope for 3 things : My pass in GP, that this rate is true (for all values of R), and I'm not the 20%. Being the oldest next year seems tempting, but I think I'll pass. Hope for the best tomorrow, for me, and for the rest of the NYJCians. (Except the CB who got 98 for math)

Its a Beautiful World.