When I came to school by Monday late afternoon, I went to the Engineering office to get my grades there. Silently, I stepped inside the cold "aquarium" and seek for that box containing the grades of our section.
Gladly, I passed. Not the ordinary passing grade. As far as I have known, Stylistics being next to Linguistics in difficulty, to get a B in the subject is the usual show. However, if you'll get more than of it, you are exceptionally sipsip or the other, the simply studious and genius.
I don't care, though, that I only got the second highest. It's enough news to me that I got the second. Much as enough as knowing that the one who got the highest is silently furious over the grade I obtained.
Whatever.
The fact remained that, that grade shall be forever found in my TOR. Wearing purple on Mondays must be a darn lucky color.
:-)
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