They love those who have a great academic performance and those with a robust body.Sadly neither of them do I possess.My pathetic life has been ruined,eroded by the endless laziness and the attitude toward everything.It seems as if there is no such thing as self control amid me.Whenever I touch something I get into it,fascinated by it totally,so strongly attracted that everytime I try to jump out of it I realize I actually never want to.Except that these attractions are never something relevant to Math,to what I am supposed to learn, to do at right this period of my entire life.Math,this little calculating thing I would most unlikely to figure out in a long time forward,could really be an obstacle on my way to everything.Today you fail one course and tomorrow it turns out to be three and the day after it becomes one tiny dirty mark of your life time which so tiny that it shields you away from anything you ever dreamed of.One day he sits in front of a interviewer for a job you desire for long,and after several outstanding answers to the judges' questions,bravos come from the spectatory and they are all satisfied.Only when suddenly someone stands out:Hey,this man's got several courses failed in his college time,do we still need this crap?Silence falls and the whole auditorium's clouded with unease.A door just closed,however excelent this man is,whatever he is capable of,nothing matters,for he's been kicked out already,already already long time ago,from the moment he chosed his major,the moment he got into the school which is the very last he would picked.In a second he thought that everything shouldn't have gone this way,that everthing looks like to be happening arbitrarily,but next he,wow,suddenly enlightened,believed everthing was arranged,by U Know Who.He is doomed. He's young,and promising.Right,but you forgot one thing.He's dead.He's in hell.
Unlike those who would commit fall in despair,he,whatever could hapen since he's in hell already,would fear no nothing and keep marching.As is the lyric goes:
I'm not afraid
to take a stand
everybody
come take my hand
we'll walk this road together
through the storm
whatever weather
cold or warm
just to let you know that
you are not alone
holla if you feel that
you've been down the same road