First, you get back your results. You are shocked at how badly you've done. Or, to some, have been expecting these grades ever since the start of the school year.

Then comes the bad beginning. You loathe your new friends. You loathe the new teachers. You loathe the new seating arrangement. You wish it had all been a nightmare, and you'll soon wake up and go to school to join your old mates again.

Realizing you can't remain like this forever, you turn to almost everyone you know. Everyone you see. Everyone who walks past you. You talk about things you never thought you even know of. You laugh at jokes that has never been funny to you. You don't even know why you are doing the things you do.

But of course, you still don't realize it, or never will, because you aren't even sure if I'm talking about you or not.

Because you don't know.

Now, the new you loves the way you are. The new you thinks everyone adores you. The new you thinks people enjoy you coming to their classes everyday during breaktime, every afternoon after dismissal.

The new you hardly ever know what people talk about you in class during the lessons.

Still, off you go. Doing this or that. Laughing at him or her. Hoping someone will say you're either "cool" or more "cool" than the average human.

Then again, define "cool".

But of course, you'll never know. Because you're not sure of anything. You were never sure of anything because you never did know anything. At all.