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Tomorrow is just another today



“Courage doesn’t always roar, sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, I will try again tomorrow”

                                                              Mary Anne Radmacher



Sometimes you surf the internet mindlessly until you get something useful and you can't help but pat yourself on the back for spending so much idle  time .The quote above by Mary Anne Radmacher reminded me of  a very somber poem that I had written and I had  felt very  guilty about writing  because it was too depressing!



Give me another today


I read a page today,

Telling me that today is never like yesterday

Telling me that all I had was today

But my today feels like a repeat..

Nothing changes and all  I have left is this heart beat.



I haven’t won a battle,

I haven’t won a title…

I have nothing but today
I have nothing but today



I want it to change, I don’t want today

I want something new everyday,

But all I really  want is today to go away.



I can’t fight today,

I CAN’T is the word of the day

What I want is another today,

Another day to fight because I can’t take it today!



 It’s a long story but I will cut it short… it was at the end of a semester and projects and assignments were due for marking.For purposes of this story, I have to come clean about something and maybe shame myself because it’s not something that an IT student should be caught saying let alone thinking about.I am not good at programming,and I admit it that personally it takes a lot of courage and effort to do programming.With that said and put aside, I resume with my story.I had a programming project due and honestly my group was so far behind that the only hope left depended on us getting a little “help” in our work.That “help” cost us a whole unit’s retake ,although in my defense, the whole class or half  of it should have suffered the same consequences…but that’s water under the bridge.

And with every tragic story, there is always a happy ending which I can’t help but THANK GOD for.We we were given another chance to redo our project and thanks to my group-mate, I have never seen such marks on any of my programming units, i can only think about those marks with a huge smile on my face.

The day we were told we had to retake the whole programming class which probably meant not proceeding with the next academic year, I was DEVASTATED!!! I had never felt so hopeless about school like I did on that day, I actually teared up in front of the lecturer!!( I probably shouldn’t have said that in public) So as I read the quote above, I know that even in those dark moments when you want to give up, then the only option is to give up today but when tomorrow comes  I can start the fight again  and not give in. Another day to fight because I can’t take it today!














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  1. Anonymous13 November 2013 at 20:05

    I'm so sorry this happened to you! I''ve been struggling through the same fears for a certain unit.

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    1. Yvette20 November 2013 at 12:34

      c'est la vie! hope the exams go well, all the best mon amie :)

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