I'm A Failure16. January 2012
I became the person I was afraid to be, a failure. The time now is 1:56 p.m. and I skipped school. I hope to be successful in the things I do and succeed with it, but no. I was hoping for an A in the sample on Human Rights in English recess in which I wrote six pages and I know everything by heart. I heard a girl in class was disappointed because she got B, then I get an A, I thought. I look at the paper, think about how much I had written couple of small mistakes that were in the sentences and there was the comment D was there. I did not smile, but read over the comment. You have an incredible amount of grammar errors it said. There was a break and then it was back to the classroom to smile as if nothing has happened. A girl asked me what I got, she got a B. I replied that I had a D and she encouraged me and said that it is good there. Gently I put on my jacket and bag behind and went out. On the way I went past the old ladies, I cried and listened closer to the edge. Because I felt like I was quick to fall over the edge. As I thought about what I was going to get the character card was D in Norwegian, math and arts and crafts and the subject that I saw happy working with and love a D. I am a failure. Thought I could be anything, but no. I came into the house, got scissors, and went in the bathroom and deliberate cuts on her arm. I cannot find a razor blade to cut out looking like that I am the blood that flows out and spreads into the water.