Badluck

_{Photo by Nguyen Dang Hoang Nhu}

There are some things that happens sometimes that makes us feel like that day just wasn't our day or we had bad luck just following us around and during my last semester exam, I had one of those days.

Truth be told, I kinda deserved what happened to me on that day because I was at fault, the good thing was that it all didn't end badly for me.

You see during my last semester exam, we had one of those borrowed courses to write that didn't really have a lot of credit unit to it. So it wasn't that much of an important course but you see, no course was unimportant and one thing with borrowed courses is that we usually don't know the lecturers because they're mostly from a different faculty entirely, so we can't really relate with them like the way we relate to lecturers from our department.

So the borrowed courses lecturers are usually strict on us and we usually don't care because we know that the chances of meeting them next semester is slim, so we just do what we got to do to pass that course and we're done with that lecturer.

Well I knew all of this and still foolishly decided not to read for this particular exam. It wasn't like I decided not to read, just that I barely attended this man's class and then he also didn't give us the textbook we had paid for. So with no materials to read and no course outline to guide my search online on what to read, I just decided to go to the exam hall and see how it goes.

I had gotten to the exam hall that day with my writing materials and sat like I knew what I was going to write. The thing was that I wasn't that scared because this wasn't an Engineering course that required you to know specific things like formulas for calculations and stuff like that, it was a business related course that you could answer from your head once you understand the questions asked.

The exam started and I tried answering the once I could, it wasn't much but then there was this carryover student who sat next to me. He had made arrangements with some of his friends to help him smuggle answers into the exam hall.

At first I didn't know this, but when I noticed what was happening, I immediately started to copy from him but just as I was done with the first question, the guy stood up from his seat and when to sit at the back. His friends had asked him to do that because it would be easier for them to smuggle the answers to him there.

I remember watching the guy leave and I felt like crying. I've never wanted to stop someone from leaving that bad in my life, but unfortunately there was nothing I could do.

I ended up just writing what I knew and now I'm just hoping for the best when the result comes out.