My Final Exam Story

This was it. I put my pen d suffer. set my pen down meant that it was the end. As I waited for the invigilators to come beforehand to collect my paper, I reflected on my journey. It was strangely both l genius(a) yet exciting as I make everywherebold friends along the way, like those from my conceive groups and coffee. Coffee and I had change state best friends and I could non live without it. That was then. Perhaps it was outright time to start having both(prenominal) new friends.\nIt either began when I almost failed all my subjects and the ageless chiding I standard from my parents together with their disappointment made me so guilty. Thus it began, the consequential journey of helping myself. It started with all the snubs I received from my alleged(prenominal) friends as the fact that I was pulling my socks up offend those around me, as I received questions like wherefore I was suddenly such a nerd, wherefore I could not be as laid tush as them and take things e asy. I was eventually left to my own devices and became the class outcast. Who would have popular opinion the act of trying to meliorate oneself led to reducing ones social overlap? It did not help my grades had not made any tag improvement and got me really persuasion if I was really in a better posture than before.\nOne day, things changed. I had gone(p) to the school library, dragging my bowed down(p) bag to an empty table. As soon as I sat down, a girl approached me. She was from the next class and her shout was Alice. Alice appeared shy but I detected a disposition of determination behind her wide-rimmed glasses. after talking about a common teacher we shared, she asked me if I wanted to join her view group. I was stunned into silence. As I looked nervously over at her table to gather the group of people sitting there, I was mildly taken aback that they looked as evenly nervous as I was. Perhaps they have comprehend how notorious my class was and was persuasion twice whether this was a upright idea. I definitely was.\n later on a moments hesitation, Alice menti...