Everytime I write something on paper and see my hieroglyphic looking ass handwriting, I'm reminded of the time that I somehow won third place at our city's calligraphy competition back in fifth grade
This would be a typical fall from grace sob story if it wasn't for the fact that I DON'T REMEMBER SIGNING UP FOR THE COMPETITION! In fact, NO ONE DID! Yet somehow, one day I'm told I've won 3rd place and then I was given a plaque!? And no one else won???
It was only years later when I found out that our calligraphy teacher signed up our ENTRIE GRADE for the competition! He gave us this fancy looking paper to do our homework on and then he sent that "homework" as our submission for the competition And somehow I was the only one who won 😐😐😐
Edit: I just remembered, it wasn't posed as a "homework" but rather an "exam"!!! They told us this was our first term exam so we had to do our best 🥀🥀🥀They straight up lied to us😭😭Needless to say, I got full marks on calligraphy that year (So did everyone else, but that's besides the point)
12:09 - 24 May 2026