Dear diary, Today really was a bad day. At first, I went to school joyfully like usual. However when the lessons were started, all the things were changed.
The first lesson was English and you know I am poor in English. At the beginning Miss Honey told us the result of the lastly dictation and said that there was a student failed. I knew that was me even she still hadn’t passed to us and of course it was.
When I got the result I wanted to cry but I didn’t do it because I didn’t want my classmates know my poor result and sympathy me. I wanted cry was not just about the result. Do you know that I have already spent 8 hours to revise?
I even spelled the words that she didn't teach. But what left? What I got was a poor result which hurt me a lot. Is the world fair? A little girl tried her best to get something but at the end, nothing she could own. I am really tire now. Will happy come back after a sleep? Wa