Physics and I? I think so: The Final Exam

I never thought I would say this:

I am sure I will have a higher score on the physics exam than in maths.

How is that even possible? Newton and I... we are not friends, just mere acquaintances.

My percentage in physics was 80% and I was really worried that I wouldn't make it, but I think I did get it!!

Again, there were two questions were I was like: Damn, I can't solve this, so I memorized the statements to ask our favorite AI later. But now, let's move on to the biggest highlight of today: 

Does good luck always bring bad luck? 

I think I spent all the luck I had on that exam because my day started pretty badly.

First, before setting off to Espol, I had to change clothes, right?  Well, my bedroom is upstairs, and since my sister was already ready, it was on me to lock the door with a padlock. 

The thing is: I didn't check where the keys were.

So, in the moment I closed that padlock, I was freezed thinking: Where are the key? 

Well, the key were inside.

So, the moment I closed the padlock, I froze, thinking: Where are the keys?

Well… the keys were inside.

And we have window bars, so there was no way to sneak in through a window, and we don’t have a spare key because it’s a weird one. So, I was f***ed.

And I was already very nervous about that exam, so it was not a great way to start an important day. Plus, that was the second time the keys got locked inside...and both times were my fault. Yayyy (I’m kidding, it doesn’t feel good).

My sister was furious and worried because my dad was arriving that day from a business trip, so… yeah.

During the whole ride that I had planned to use for studying, I couldn’t help but think: Of all days, why today? For God’s sake, I am really stupid and distracted sometimes. I felt bad, sad, and nervous. I thought: My exam is going to hell, I’m going to be disinherited, my mom and my sister will hate me.

So that’s why I was crying before that picture my sister took of me.

And I literally cried for one minute, because I don’t like crying—I feel like it’s useless—so I tend to bottle things up.

I’ll continue in another post. But hey, it ends well. My mom and sister are pros.

But then… my bad luck just kept showing up.