Second exam results came in. I was about to throw a fit when I realized it would do no good. I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed. So instead, I discreetly wrote this blog in class while they were busy.
Dear Little Monsters,
You said you would do better this time. You said you'd try harder. Just like the look in your eyes during class, your promises appear to be empty.
I don't get why I'm not getting through. I don't get why I can't get you to listen better. Sometimes I wonder why I even care when you don't.
The room reeks of apathy and I'm sick of it. The worst thing is that I can't seem to fix you because you seem to be okay with yourself.
I've looked over your prerequisite grades again. I cannot tell whether you're happy with them but I do know for sure that you're not doing anything about them.
I'm not saying you're not entitled to be contented with what you have. But would it really hurt to try to achieve more? Try. The operative word is try.
I get how it must have hurt like hell when you failed Chem 16 and had to retake it. But why did you have to stop trying?
It's like Elena Gilbert turning off her humanity because she couldn't bear the pains associated with being human. The thing is, failing to acknowledge something doesn't mean it will cease to exist.
Sure, if you stop worrying about your grades you won't feel bad about failing. But the thing is, that failure will one day come to bite you in the ass.
This is a new term, a new opportunity for redemption and yet you just want to breeze through and get it over with.
I'm so close to giving up on you. Let's hope I can hang on longer than you did.
Sincerely,
GJSMercado
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless handheld
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