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Hell yes! My voice is nice on phone, or speaker or anything electronical

Well mine wasn't a bad bad something sha .

I'm terrible at Mathematics, I don't know, I love the subject, the Maths doesn't love me in return. When I wrote Waec, on the day of Maths, I cried bitterly ehn after the first paper cos I knew I was going to fail as I wrote absolute nonsense(we wrote the theory first), that day was the same day we were to take pictures for our school's year book.
Lol after much crying, I was persuaded to take picture for the yearbook in my teary state.
Results came and EVERYTHING was good, downside was I had a fuçking F grade on my Maths. I didn't even bother as I had cried Everything when I was writing the paper few months back .
Fast forward to writing Neco, the day we were supposed to write Maths, I vowed my life that I was going to pass that paper, so I begged(actually sat down on her seat) one Muslim girl in my class that time to swap seats with me so as I would seat with her exam partner who happened to be the school's Head Girl and my friend, she knew Maths die, and so we did mass cooperation in the exam hall that day, something miraculously happened, no invigilator came to disturb me that day cos our names were called out in the register and we were sitting according to surnames!!!! Ahhhhhh, I was that close to getting caught!!!!! The day that Neco result came out, I went to cyber cafe to go and check with my Dad, and I passed the Maths finally, I had a C6 grade, it was a really close call as I had Law admission already and that time my Waec Maths grade wanted to spoil my admission that year.
Wherever you are Musa Rashidat, God will bless you for me. God use you for me.
I mean! I took a huge risk!

And anytime I want to go into memory lane, I usually pick up my yearbook and I smile anytime I see my teary face because Waec Maths showed me shege!!!!!!!!

I went to one of my friend's house to collect something,her grandma was ill and she told me to get something from the kitchen. I didn't know my way around, so I stumbled in the kitchen and next to it was a shrine. I froze. I called my friend and asked her what was it doing there and asked if she wasn't a Christian, she smiled and said it was for her grandma.
I wasn't comfortable. That was the last day I went there.

I have a really good handwriting.
My parents handwritings are just there, very legible though.

My dad particularly loves my handwriting and would make me write something for him even when there are other people available to do so

Ishilove:
Your handwriting is the kind classified as 'it is well'

Lmao this is so hilarious