A Day to Remember

A Day to Remember

  • Submitted By: geniedan
  • Date Submitted: 07/25/2013 12:47 AM
  • Category: English
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The most memorable day in my life would describe my best birthday ever, my sixteenth birthday. I passed my PMR with flying colors. My sister made me my favorite cake. I had so many birthday gifts. It was ridiculous. One of my gifts was a surprise from my parents, and it was my dream smart phone. It was just the best birthday in my life.

It was all began with me in the wonderful morning of the day. Today is the date our PMR results will be released. Feeling tension, I woke up in the early morning without any clocks to wake me up. My mum scolded me with her roared as I was nearly tripped over her antique vase when running down the steep stairs. I looked at the clock hanging against the wall and realized that it was only 5o’clock!

I could feel my exciting and worries since I woke up from my lazy bed. I took a hot bath and wore my new red t-shirt hoping for a good luck today. When the pointer of the clock pointed at 8, I drew nearer to the computer room and tried to make some online-checking for my results. I moved my mouse to the “Google” icon and right clicked with my shaking hands. I open the website www.saps.com and waited for my results. I keep my fingers crossed with full of anxiety. I’m looking at the white blank page which a small “loading” icon was inside. The time passed away for about three to five minutes and the page remains blank. Feeling anxious, I decided to go to school and checked my results myself. I went to school in a heartbeat after saying goodbye to my mum.

On the way to school, I saw many of my classmates holding a piece of white paper with different expression on their face. I felt scarier when I was almost reached the school. I walked into the school hall and saw some of my classmates. One of them was accompanied me to get my PMR results. I sat down and told a teacher my full name. He is a male teacher. He was flipping the “white papers” which were actually the certificates for PMR students. Finally, he found my name in the...

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