7 + 5 + 7 + 5 + 7
Yep. It's 31. With it being so bad for my CA1s, my dad was called down. Well, I called my dad to come down to meet my form teacher, Mrs Foo as soon as possible. I would rather want to finish up all the madness now then later during the holidays, you know?
When my daddy met Mrs Foo, we just sat there and talked about who else but me! Not being conceited, we were talking about my negatives. Initially I was saying all these nonsensical excuses but then I just exclaimed, "I don't lie, and I'll be very honest. I am LAZY and I HATE studying."
Mrs Foo was amazed at my honesty though. It seemed that being honest was (well kinda) a good thing. Now I have to make a timetable and follow it. I told her that I've made timetables for myself countless amount of times but because I was too lazy to follow it, "I gave up on it."
Mrs Foo was very encouraging. So was my dad. I can tell my dad would rather hear praises for me rather than negatives but he was open. I'm surprised he did freak out and make a hot ass mess, but he was cool.
We also talked about the time I reach home and why it has always been late. I say, "Drama, TAF, other school activities". It's no shock to him though. What he wanted to assure was that I was in school during this time. If I wasn't, I'd be dead! LOL.
One of the key points of the discussion was laziness. I am purely lazy and I cannot hide the fact. I told Mrs Foo. My dad was there. My dad said, "Zulkarnain cannot live without the computer. He will die," and I agreed. It is true.
I also said that I needed my friends to study. They do push me to work harder. Hehe. Now my dad is more or less assured that I have good friends. (:
In the end, I just said, "Computer, friends are just excuses. I really am lazy, hate studying and I do know that I have to change that." I guess that's pretty noble of me, or blunt, or too truthful. Either ways, I'm glad it's over. Now I just gotta tell my mum...
And no, I did not rearrange the numbers up top! It was written on the report card like that and I was amazed to see the coincidence.
In other news, I broke into a fit and threw a book at Danish. Yup. You read it right. It goes on like this.
They were throwing things back and forth, and it's like... Something hit me, and I was like, "WHO THREW THIS?" and threw that little thing at Shazli. Then Ahmad started telling me that in fact it was Danish. The devil took over and I rolled my A4 multi-purpose book and threw at Danish. Apparently it hit him hard and he has a huge headache.
I apologised but it's up to him to forgive me. I honestly am not going to force it to him and neither am I gonna act like it's normal or okay. (Until the exact words, "I forgive you" is said to me and when I know it's genuine.) I'll just back away or even if I have to sit next to him, I won't be my usual self. I'll do my own business and not try to fix things this time, I'll let things unfold by itself because I myself am in a mess and I need to fix myself.
So Danish, I repeat, I'm sorry but I won't force it on you. I can't be unfair to you right?