Metamorphosis, The Transformation

Every uni student’s worst nightmare is receiving the results, or maybe I should only speak for myself.
The results reflecting their endless labour,
their months of hard work,
the struggles which involved waking up early every morning to attend classes,
the struggle in getting the groove and discipline to complete their work,
the stress they go through during SWOT vac,
all the while slaving at the library,
sometimes even till 3 a.m.

Right now, all I’m hoping for is the best.
I know I’ve done my part by studying hard (fine, maybe not smart, but hard, definitely!).
And I hope that my results will reflect that.
And for once, please let me make my parents proud?

I don’t care if I’m not cut out to do commerce.
Maybe I’m not meant to understand finance, the way markets work, or even the principles involved in each financial instrument.
Maybe as hard as I try, my brain just won’t digest the formulas.
Maybe it refuses to remember how calculations are done.
But just like training a puppy, I’ve learned to train my brain to work in my favour.
And hopefully, it pays off.

Omg omg omg…
I’m sooooooooooooooooo nervous.
Have you ever been so nervous that you get butterflies in your stomach and keep going to the toilet.
Why did I ever torture myself in the first place by enrolling myself in this course?
Who ever said that commerce was easy?
Stupid fella obviously has never done it before.
Ish!