Entry no.1 :
Dear diary,
I just got my result today. I was so nervous that i thought i would faint due to the growing level of anxiety as i waited for the result announcements.
As soon as my name was announced, i started shaking and thought to myself, that if this time, i didn't get good grades, my parents would surely ground me.
To my surprise, my grades turned out to be pretty decent and after getting my grades, i told my parents. Their response was average. As per usual they thought that i could have done better.
So the next day i went to see my life orientation teacher, which people commonly know as ' career counselors'.
She gave me a sheet, which she told me to fill out and bring in my next meeting, and that was it. My 2nd meeting is today, I hope this leads me somewhere.
Entry no. 2:
So like i mentioned earlier, i was supposed to meet up with my life orientation teacher again. So, there a huge line outside her office and i had to wait for a long time, before getting entertained. Unlike the last time, she didn't dismiss me after handing me a piece of paper. In fact, she took her time analyzing my sheet, back and front.
After a long pause, she smiled to me and asked me how i was. I told her that i was fine. Next she asked me how i felt about life in general. I was astonished by her question, as i had never been asked this question before, ever. I gave it a minute, to think. And after that i told her that i found life challenging, considering living upto my parents' expectations, my family pressures and much more. She listened attentively, and nodded briefly. Next she asked me whether i was happy with my previous subject choices, my plans for future, like what are my aspirations, why i left a few questions blank about my dreams.
She helped me sort out my priorities and matching my parents subject choices and combing them with a bunch of mine. She dismissed me on a very sweet note, by giving me life tips of no stressing too much and taking one step at a time. I wonder how she figured out, about me being so uptight.
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