But actually I wasn't crying. Just upset, extremely upset. Spare me the frowning faces. My last result with English Writing class was atrocious and I could not bear looking at that paper. I could just burn it into ashes and pretend it never happened. But the pasts would reflect in the grade though. There's no way I could escape from this cold reality.
Anyway, I met Neil and he was completely sweet with me. As a failure, he treated me like a sheltered nobody who has some sparks in him, which needs some polishing. My fantasy of him rebuking me was a big mistake, instead he treated me nicely. In the short 5 minutes, I knew what I need to do.
Perhaps his experience handling with other Malaysian cohorts, especially my brilliant seniors made him an expert at resolving my situation.
Thanks Neil. I hope I can write better next time. I'm looking forward to your future classes, and maybe next time I'll just pop in your room for some expert advice. Hope you don't mind.
The only fear that I have to overcome right now is to face my English Writing classmates whom apparently super smart at writing, and I'm such a noob.
Its okay. I'll not stop here. : )
