Friday is the execution day of the fourth year students from the linguistics department at the International University. All are welcome!
Seriously, will these people ever give us a break? 60 questions in 4 days…Possible? I don’t think so. But…it’s all our fault. We were given the questions a long time ago. And as any normal kid at the age of 20 we all thought we had plenty of time. Think again…
On Friday (last Friday) my life was ruined. Now it’s even worse than it was before (yes, it’s possible). I got a “B” on my English exam. And not just a “B”. As we have this weird system where you score out of a 100, “A” is from 87-100. Now…guess what I’ve got? Yes, it’s the most slighting mark there could possibly be.
What am I gonna do now? – I’m gonna pass it again. When? – I have no *** clue. So due to all the mischief that is going on in my life concerning my education (by the way after I failed that exam, my dad told me that I haven’t succeeded as an educated person in this life), I was even thinking about leaving the idea of going to RUDN.
Hard living this life without having any support from your family. On the contrary all you get is the blame and the yelling and what not. I wish I could just leave it all and leave. But what am I gonna do afterwards? They pay for everything. I have no job, no apartment no helping hand. I might just go crazy if I don’t do something…fast. By the end of every school year I promise myself that “next year it’s gonna be easier” and what? Nothing changes. Things only get worse.
“I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights
We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right
And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn
Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs
On the Right Side of Wrong”
What can I say…He’s been wanting attention for a year already. Patiently constantly driving me mad. I thought I could never be with him ever again. But what if I’m right and all my problems come from there and I just need to face them? Just look up in his eyes and tell him to let me go…But will I EVER have the strength to do that? He took away everything from me a long time ago. I was so afraid of him that I just told some people that he was dead…just not to speak of him. Just the thought of seeing him again makes me shiver. My past has always been with me, haunting me, following me in nightmares…
I can’t trust anyone because of him – I lose people I love! Do I have anything to lose? No, I think I already lost everything I could. I lost my love, my best friend (just because he was a guy – I couldn’t trust him anymore). I can’t build anything new because I think from the begging that I know how the story will end. Have I sold my soul to the Devil? That would be weird cause I don’t think I got anything in return…not even the 2 million…
I leave it all in the hands of fate and whatever is written – it’s meant to be. But in 2 days I am gonna see him and I hope that in 2 days I’ll be cured…
“Where’s my friend who rings the church bells? Where are you my Quasimodo? They will hang me as the light swells, you can break these bars I know…” Äà ïîìîæåò ìíå Ãîñïîäü…