I am the willing accomplice of my own ignorance.
That's an understatement, really, now that I've found all those miserably-failed test papers I've painstakingly hidden, and realised the number of darn mistakes I have so foolishly repeated. My soul is so utterly damned, I even doubt that the Arch Angel will accept me in hell now that everyone realises how lousy I am.
In any case, I've made a resolution.
I shall not help in the establishment of my ignorance anymore. No, not even if you held a blade up to my throat, unless you cede me a miracle. I'll be happy with a B3 for GP, thank you.
Pathetic grade. But I'd better work harder lest I fall short of it. I'll work for it, and make or break myself. I think I managed to convince myself. I shall not be the willing accomplice of my own ignorance any longer.
Wish me luck.