Dear Arabic Quiz Tomorrow,
I don't like you. Actually, I hate you. I despise the very thought of you. The last thing I want to do right now is stress over a quiz I'm going to get an A on. I'm not talking you down. I know I'm good at Arabic. You and your quizzical buddies are a minor inconvenience in my morning. The last thing I want to do the day after the quiz is talk to my friends who tanked it. It's an awkward conversation.
Them: "So, what did you think of that quiz?"
Me: "Eh. Not Fantastic. Not soul-crushing."
Them: "Same! I think I did better this time. I got a 79%! That brings me up to a B! What did you get?"
Me: "...97%..."
Them: "Oh..."
See why it bothers me? There's nothing wrong with being smart, it's just I hate awkward situations, and telling someone you could've slept through a quiz they tanked is slightly awkward. So Arabic quiz, will you embrace your inner slut and maybe be a bit easier? Just so I can not have to explain to my friends that they are absolute nitwits who know nothing about learning a second language? And for the record, you are not my first. Nor ar you my second, or third. Silly Arabic, you are my fourth language. So there. I've had others.
Cordially,
me
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