Rambling 
 my eyelids are heavy,
 i feel my neck ache,
 i swallow and blink to the screen,
 scrolling down,
 i see the words ‘missing’ in the familiar red.
 i feel like bursting into tears,
 when my teacher hands in my grade, 
 “your grades do not define you, do not degrade yourself.” 
 i whisper as i wipe my tears, swallow water and continue typing.
 i can barely see the answer i typed in my calculator,
 i look at the time,
 yet again i pulled an all-nighter.
 “it will pay off in the end” i mutter, flipping through my messy handwriting.
 “your grades do not define you” i think as my parents, in disgust, look at my grades.
 “your grades do not define you” i sob as the the computer screen light my room with a mere ‘pass’ superimposed across the screen.