Misery loves company

The passing grade was 45, and 16 of us didn't make it. 16 out of 20, from my class failed the exam. I wasn't too bummed though. Being in the majority of the failing group's not great but it's alright. It's aight.

Then you could see it coming. You could see how desperately my blockmates tried to find corrections to get that 5 points they needed to pass. I thought in my head "Flip pages. Go ahead flip 'em cause you won't find any. And even if you do, I doubt that they'd be enough." 

I didn't bother. Dammit, I was 16 points off with a score of 29. So what the hell. Call it whatever, but I was happy since everyone else didn't pass. I fucking bet it'd comfort you too.

Well, boo hoo Araneta, you motherfucking selfish prick. From 45, the passing was now 37 and the rest of your blockies have now passed except for you and 4 other misfits.

Goddamm it!