How To Save Yourself From Exam Results

After the holidays, the period of time that students dread the most has arrived. After all the partying during the holidays, its about time we get back to reality as we receive our exam results.

I just hope that none of the teachers would invite my parents for tea with them. If that ever happens, that's one tea I know my parents wouldn't enjoy and im pretty sure I wouldn't get away with my 2 failed subjects which so happens to be their favourite subject which is called maths.

Yes, once again the legacy continues as I failed both Mod Maths and Add maths. You people must be thinking how stupid I am to be able to fail Mod Maths since its the easiest subject to score out of the 10, but I assure you that any subject that is related to maths im bound to fail no questions asked. That explains why i semi-failed physics since there was maths in it.

So how am I going to save my self from my 2 monstrous parents who would bite my head off for failing both maths subject? Well, I've been doing some research and I found this very interesting letter. So to all those people who are in the same league as me, this is really gonna spare you the anguish of your parents if you had the guts to write this.

A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, 'Dad.' With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

'Dear, Dad.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.

I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercing's, tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't, really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.

Love, your son, Joshua.

P.S. Dad,
none of the above is true. I'm over at Jason's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on the kitchen table.

Call when it is safe for me to come home

Now, I wonder if that would work, but I do know it'll buy me some time before I officially get a Jalur Gemilang tatooed across my butt.