D-Day Cameth
Ok, so results out. But none of us know about it because the fucking fuck excuse of a university I study in, decided to spring a surprise on poor li’l kids like us. Bloody fools I tell you!
Well, I have been entertaining calls from frantic friends, worked up about the damn result, to the extent that I began answering the phone by snapping “Yes, the result is out, and I don’t sodding know what it is.” Phew! Plebeians I say, what an excitable lot!
This examination result is a very queer thing to deal with. Just today in college, we had the English honours result being put up. Some of my friends looked practically ill. They were looking as if someone had reached into their gut and knotted their intestines. Quite hilarious though.
I call it queer because it has the potential to wipe of the smiles from everybody’s face. It holds the potential to murder your sleep and kill your appetite. Make you jittery and nervous, worse than a first blind date. Sigh, this examination result, bane of student life! What amuses me most is reaction this ‘result’ evokes in people. They become frantic, panicky, rabid and start foaming at their mouth… ok maybe that’s gross (literally) exaggeration, but you get the picture.
Okay fine!
I am nervous too, in fact I am neurotic and equally jittery, because my papers were what you will call ‘catastrophic’ and as cool, calm and composed I might appear ( which, I obviously, am not) I am anticipating the worst but hoping for the best. I get these petrifying thoughts of failing either statistics or maths, or worse, both and sitting next year, with my juniors, giving essential repeats, looking aghast and embarrassed. I like being cool, composed and nonchalant. I hate relinquishing equilibrium and most of all, despise showing that I have lost my nerve. It so, so…well, so… not me!
Sigh! Alright, I am just too paranoid to go on, will go and meditate (symbolic for shedding my atheism and begging the lord almighty, holy be his name, for his divine love and mercy)
Please pray for me and all my friends…
Well, I have been entertaining calls from frantic friends, worked up about the damn result, to the extent that I began answering the phone by snapping “Yes, the result is out, and I don’t sodding know what it is.” Phew! Plebeians I say, what an excitable lot!
This examination result is a very queer thing to deal with. Just today in college, we had the English honours result being put up. Some of my friends looked practically ill. They were looking as if someone had reached into their gut and knotted their intestines. Quite hilarious though.
I call it queer because it has the potential to wipe of the smiles from everybody’s face. It holds the potential to murder your sleep and kill your appetite. Make you jittery and nervous, worse than a first blind date. Sigh, this examination result, bane of student life! What amuses me most is reaction this ‘result’ evokes in people. They become frantic, panicky, rabid and start foaming at their mouth… ok maybe that’s gross (literally) exaggeration, but you get the picture.
Okay fine!
I am nervous too, in fact I am neurotic and equally jittery, because my papers were what you will call ‘catastrophic’ and as cool, calm and composed I might appear ( which, I obviously, am not) I am anticipating the worst but hoping for the best. I get these petrifying thoughts of failing either statistics or maths, or worse, both and sitting next year, with my juniors, giving essential repeats, looking aghast and embarrassed. I like being cool, composed and nonchalant. I hate relinquishing equilibrium and most of all, despise showing that I have lost my nerve. It so, so…well, so… not me!
Sigh! Alright, I am just too paranoid to go on, will go and meditate (symbolic for shedding my atheism and begging the lord almighty, holy be his name, for his divine love and mercy)
Please pray for me and all my friends…
posted by lucifers son | 8:30 AM
2 Comments:
But you have done well! Congratulations! Im proud of you!
when in doubt about exam stress
turn to Doc here he'll give u dress
find the words and
stick em in lines grand
make you swell with
pride at his accomplished lit....
and the way you use profanity for embellishment is admirable!! keep it up!!
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