Internationally Bitchslapped

So exams are finally over. I've been walking the fine line between a 37 and 41 points (if you think it's weird, wait till you read the rest of this post).

The first paper I received was ESS. I'd gotten a 6, which was the highest in class,
but it was still a 6, so I wallowed in depression for the first half hour of class and hunted for marks in the next half hour. I needed 5 more marks to get a 7.

The kicker?

I found only 4 marks.

However, after much chasing and bullying of Mr. Desilva, I finally gave up hope. But then, yesterday, when I passed him in the corridor and asked (without expectations) whether or not he'd bumped me up to a 7, he narrowed his beady eyes at me and went
"Do you think you DESERVE a 7?"

I went for the kill.

"Yes," and punctuated this with a somewhat nervous grin.

"You're my only 7!" He grinned, as I suddenly spouted a flurry of "THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!"s and "Oh I was so depressed with all my other grades, you totally made my day!!!!!!!!!"s and lots of exclamation marks.

Business and Management. The memory of this paper still hurts. The sheer agony makes me cringe away from the number 5, used in any context. Seriously. My mum asked me what time it was once, and it was 5, and I was on the verge of tears..

So this one's a long story. Rojoa, in order to prove a point to the rest of the world, decided to go extra-strict with us to dispel his reputation for being lenient. Of course, I was incensed and decided to go the rebellious, I-will-not-accept-this-stupid-grade-because-I-have-never-gotten-more-than-a-7-in-my-life way and annotated my entire paper with angry pencil lines linked to the criteria for higher grades so that I could at least get a 6. Of course, since he re-evaluated my paper, he also re-evaluated everybody else's.

And guess what?

EVERYBODY BUT ME GOT UPGRADED.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID tiny snakey Voldemort man!

So I walked into the lunchroom, making a huge scene about how I've probably failed everything, and I'm not a nerd anymore, and my life is over and I'm going to die in some sad Indian college and never go abroad, when cutie Wilcox (my English teacher) pulls me aside and goes:

"If it's any consolation, you got a 6 in English"

And a consolation it was. I thought I'd get nothing more than a 4. But then, when I finally got to English class, I looked at my paper and realized that I'd missed a 7 by one mark.

ONE MARK.

AND M HAD GOTTEN A 6, which means, on paper, M and I are equally good at English!

Now, does that really suck or does that really suck?

Anyway, I refused to give up that easily and went on to beg for the mark and she's promised to consult the head of department and try her best to bump me up.

Fingers crossed.

Moving on, Thursday first period - Psychology. Straight 7, no questions or begging involved. (Thankfully)

French, 7. (or according to miss delphine, "Mees Akaynsha, sept")

Ah, math. Again, I missed a 7 by one mark, but then he gave me the mark since he'd forgotten to count something in my paper (phew)! Of course, M got 57/60 and kept bragging about how that totally "pwns" my 51.

So, in sum:
English: 6/7?
Psychology: 7
Business and Management: 5
ESS: 7
French: 7
Math: 7

Total: 39.

STUPID STUPID STUPID 39.

WHEN am I going to get that 40?

:(