When Life Happens
I walked casually to the door after hearing the rattling of the postman trying to push in the letters through the pigeonhole. My 3 years old would soon run to pick up all the letters for me as she normally does, but for some reasons that morning I wanted to do this myself.
I was expecting the result of my postgraduate assessment. I had toiled effortlessly in class, I was one of the intelligent few in the class, my views on the subject were highly valued. All my assignments attracted the highest grade. The last and final part of this course was the assessment which took place at work and I was looking forward to the outcome.
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