I'm pretty happy

Today is the day I get my PMR results. I woke up shivering. I ate breakfast hyperventilating. I barf out air during the car ride to school. I became more socially awkward than usual when heading into the office and meeting my teacher who held papers that could either kill more than a quarter of my universe or that could save whatever is left of my sanity for these past few day. This was the conversation between my teacher and me.

Teacher: "So if you get at least a B for science and maths, you'll automatically go for Science stream (my preferable stream). If you don't, no problem you'll just go to commerce stream."

Me: "O-Oh kay. *peering over his table as he searches for my name*"

Teachers:"*smile as he pick out a rectangular piece of seemingly harmless paper* But I don't think you'll have any troubles going to Science though."

And I just felt myself exploding in happiness! I can't say I'm satisfied but I am happy. I had lower expectations than the result that I actually got. Whoopee~! *doing the celebration dance* I'm so glad that its over with. Just freaking glad! My other fellow friends seems to be very happy too based on my Facebook and I can feel their joy exuding off from my computer screen and it heightens my own happiness more from this. All seems wells and jolly. Thank you God!