My Untold Story: SPM Result

I remember how I got the news. I woke up one day. Just lazing on the bed, when I heard the house phone rang, my mom picked it up. It was my class teacher, Mrs. Fara. I rushed out, just to see my mother smiling, and fighting with tears due to the news. I passed the exam, I got it. I made it. I knew it was good news. So I just sat in front of my mother and smiled. She did not tell me my result and she wanted me to go by myself to show the slip in front of her.

Step by step, I move towards the castle, which was so familiar yet foreign to me. My feet felt like I was walking on sand, each step gotten heavier. I began panting as I draw closer, to a battle that I feared for a few months now. Then, I saw my privileged school in front of me.

The gate was wide open, as though it’s welcoming you, with a smirk. Today is the day that one thinks about. For some, it’s a matter of life and death, for some, is just something to get over and done with. For me, it was different. It was a battle I ought to win. When I was younger, I was always the one who won the battle. Praises will come without me fishing for it. I wasn’t boastful, I wasn’t vain, but I was proud of who I was. My handwork paid off.

Then now, comes the day where I and all of my other friends will face what we call “SPM results”. So I continued my journey, other students, which I didn’t know personally but knew each other existed joined me through the long walk to the hall. I ignored their comments on how nervous they are, how they are so afraid they were going to fail. I was always friendly in school, but it just seems to me that the chat was somewhat annoying at the moment.

As I draw closer to my SPM results, I thought about how high school has made me, such a unproductive person. I was always the top in the class, but I was distracted by fun and games in high school, that my results were getting to an average level. It wasn’t bad but it was enough to make a laugh out of it.

The few months before SPM examination, I spent my time after school revising with peers. I seek help from friends who did better in school. I got better, day by day. I finally had something to prove. I was fighting for my life. Then, not long after the Trial exams came. It was my first fight against “exams” since early high school. I was prepared to give it my all. I did really well, I scored more A’s, began not to fail some subjects. I was getting better! I was on Education high!

The noise is getting louder, people celebrating, some crying at the corner after receiving the bad news, some pestering others who haven’t gotten their results, in hope to compare theirs with yours. Annoying, but we were young. Plus, it’s a school, there’s bound to be ridiculous, shameless people like that.

I was lining up, gulping along the way. Lines were getting shorter and shorter. I can feel my heart beating through my shoulders and I could feel my leg shook a little bit. Let’s get it over WITH! I told the teacher my number, gotten the slip. I took the slip and folded it in half. I slowly was looking through it in a corner nearby. Some heads were sneaking at me from a far, decided to creep behind me to peek at it. It was my proudest moment of my life.

It took me by storm, it was a little bit shocking. Then, I took my phone, called mother. I told her my results, with a tone of disappointment to make it sound better. I heard her smirking. I was confused. She whispered through the phone. It calmed me down and made me realize, that life, there’s more than a result on a piece of paper. She said, “It’s okay. You did your best. It’s what that matters”.“I’ll see you later mom, I’ll get some lunch with my friends first okay?” “Okay, don’t come back too late! Bye!” said my mother. The phone conversation ended.

I began to feel, bad but a good kind of bad. It’s a feeling where, you feel lost for awhile but then, you know you are going to be better. It’s just a phase.  Remember, it’s just a phase in life. Celebrate if you did well, celebrate if you didn’t as well, because it’s just a phase. It’s not the end of life. There’s so many things that you can do outside. Look at me, I didn’t do so well in school. I am still here, standing. Enjoying life was it comes. That’s what we all need to learn to do.