Ahem....

Hello to everyone out there, to those i don´t know, to those i know, and to everyone in general.

I've failed my september exams in the las year before university. I thought everything was my fault, so, i am still like dying.

The reason of this feeling mixtion, is in fact, that this is not real. I mean. I've failed my exams, but not as a result of my lazyness. They wanted to have breakfast in my skull, they wanted it as decoration... I will show them the meaning of PAIN MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.......

("Pfff, too usual")

Everything started ok, i was doing my exams, but when i had to do the exam relating to descriptive geometry (Monge system, to explain it better) i was able to get my exam a day before. And you can bet it was my exam!

But the fact is that i gave my exam to an architect, we did the exam together, we checked the answers (they were correct) and so i went with that to the exam (of course, i memorized the whole exam and was, almost literally, able to draw it with my eyes closed and a hand tied at the back). So i did the exam, and whe i got my marks, i got the FUCKING MINIMUN. If we say 100 is the maximun, i got 50. And belive me, he didn't realized i knew the exam, i could have won an Oscar for that.

This is how i know the wanted to bury me. But i was able to survive, and i will get my revenge (really don't know how, suggestions are appreciated...)


.... Not enough devious to post.... Tsk...