Things to do when you fail your calculus final
The grade is a cigarette.
You will want to crush it underfoot, to stamp ashes into the pavement.
The grade is a cigarette.
You will feel like a collapsed lung.
When you make eye contact with your teacher for the first time all day, remember that you do not know him. Don't imagine his thoughts or fill his head with concern for your future, your falling grades.
You do not know him.
For all you know, he could be thinking of baseball.
For all you know, you're just a student who struck out.
Remind yourself that in the space of two school years, you've revised your definition of a low test score from 99.9 percent
to the sound of a plane crash.
You were a genius once, a walking abacus. Today,
you are the back of the classroom,
the steepest learning curve.
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