After a year that was far from what i expected, i had some exams in June, and i wasn't sure what to think of them. I had to pass them in order to get my diploma, and i have really worked them so i didn't want to see that go to waste. Thanks to a stupid system, our classes are organised in units, and in each one you don't pass you look at the grades and each one under 12 equals 0 the next year, so you have to take the exam another time. Also equals trouble for me.
Last thursday came out the results. Grabing all my courage and my trusty bus/metro/train pass, i come to my uni, half expecting my failure.
And here i was, on the good part of the list. I passed !!
I don't know yet my grades, i'm going to pick them up tomorrow. But frankly i don't care.
I don't know exactly the uni system in the US, but if i can trust my dictionnary it equals to an MA.
My parents treated me the restaurant of my choice
, i chose Moroccan. The desert killed my stomach, lol, but it was great. I should pass my exams more often
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now i'm looking forward next year, more exams to come (but this time if i pass it means a job), probably a foreign language diploma if it doesn't cost too much.