Relief

And if this isn't something to be happy about, then I must be the most ungrateful git that has ever walked the planet.
Sooooo. The results came out. I was still in bed at 10 am today, because that's how pathetic and lazy I am during the holidays. I looked at my iPod and I knew that my email account would have one unread message. I was torn. I honestly didn't know what to do, even though the right thing to do was clearly written on my face. I had to find out what my result is. It was one of those moments when you're scared of the truth but you're dying to know inside.

I opened my email account. And there it was.

Those 3 numbers were indeed shocking. But I thanked Allah and I whispered my gratitude towards Him. It was a mere whisper, but I know he must've heard me indeed. For He is great, and He is fair. I thought there was no hope for me at all. I was lazy, ungrateful, incompetent and a master of procrastination. Someone should've slapped me in the face and wake me up. But no one was actually aware of my insipidly ludicrous attitude.
I can still make it. I can still succeed.

Other people have way better results, but I'm happy that I didn't fail. My result is not something I should be proud of, but I am truly thankful of what Allah has given me. The numbers were like a deep smack on the face. A reminder of what's ahead of me. A lesson to be learned and to be learned the hard way. Because it was the hard way. I didn't make enough effort to achieve what I wanted. A 4.0 GPA doesn't come with unfinished tutorials and lack of attention in lecture halls. It comes with pure determination, extreme will and hard work, and unimaginable amounts of studying. That's what I'm hoping I could do in semester 2. God willing, I'll make it till the end.