And once again I was saved from dying by the hands of a killer mom in a fit of rage, which I am sure would have happened if I didn't ..well just read..
Mr. Huisman is as of today, my personal Hero.
I had gone to school the day after I received that dreadful email, I don't even want to recap the feelings that ran through me upon getting the news so lets just skip that part real quick, anyone not knowing what i'm talking about read previous post!
Anyway so I went to school, and practically threw myself down in mercy at Mr. Huisman's feet, and like the hero he was, he told me I could redo the test the next day (yesterday).
So I went home, all dread had gone away to make place for anxiety and tried to relax. The relaxing soon started to form itself into not studying, and by the time I realised what I was doing again it was 12 AM and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I swore loudly at my own continuing stupidity and had set my alarm at 6 AM in the morning so I could at least study before I had to take the test which was the next day 2 PM.
The little effort I had put in to it payed off, and my happy dance started to creep back in my bones as Mr Huisman told me I had a 5, which mind you is still a dreadful grade and I officially still '"failed" the test (you need a 5.5 to pass, and I had a 5 out of 10 ), BUT... wait for it;
It was better than the 4 I needed to get my diploma.
Songs started playing in the background, a spotlight came seemingly out of no where and encircled me, my feet started to skip and my arms started to shimmy. My happy dance was back in full force, and I couldn't wait to tell my mom the good news.
My mom for her part, was anxiety herself, practically lurking behind the front door in wait for me to show up so she could flung her arms around me to strangle or hug me depending on the news I brought with me.
Well, seeing as how you are reading this message, you can basically conclude she did the latter and I have my DIPLOMA.
*happy dances away*