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Author
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Reality
The author somehow got into medical school. Yes, you of the general public, shudder and fear the wrath of an inept doctor.
I got a measly 27/48 for my maths test. Yes, it's a pass, as most of you optimists would suggest. But guess what? The highest mark is 45/48. Which is about 40% more than what I got. At this rate I'm going, I'm heading for the teacher's foot (kicked out of class).
And it's 6% of the final mark. I need at least a C grade (which is about 60-65%) to stay in the class. So I need to do exceptionally well for the rest of my tests to get that mark. Shit.
Just been really busy and stressed out. I feel obliged to do really well because of the astronomical amount my parents are paying for my school fees (it's about 7 times the non-eesis ny school fees). Yes, that much.
Physics test on Monday, another maths test on Wednesday (different maths. It's calculus. The other was geom and trig). Just had geom and trig, lit ass (lit donkey/rear end. Up to your interpretation) and chem test this week. Maths ass due on Wednesday too.