12:34 am: I was on my iPod. If my mother knew, she definitely wouldn’t be happy. I was just visiting my social media platforms, wondering whether I had the capability to go to Montreal, almost six hours drive, in a tiny 5-seat car

I stared into the rows of people all wide-eyed, all murmuring. I froze. My eye starts to water, and soon enough I felt warm tears skid down my sweltering face. I skim the crowd for my teacher, knowing that it wouldn’t make me feel any better. When I found him, the look the disappointment and anger took over his face. Will I ever be able to overcome this?