Sitting admist flutters of papers and ink blots. Sheets all filled with scrawling blue. Words and lengthy paragraphs. Meaningless. I flirt with the idea that im a student taking the OWLS or NEWTS exams in Hogwarts. Nah, auditorium isn't even anywhere near as grand as a Hogwarts toilet. Plus they wouldn't have an annoyingly gay chief invigilator overseeing Harry's exams either. Oh right. Dumbledore. The clock that soon seals my fate ticks menancingly back at me as i start to stare at it for too long. How hostile. Was just hoping that if i stare hard enough i might realise my yet to be revealed destiny as the next Hiro Nakamura.

Scurrying pens flying across sheets evermore furiously by the second makes me wonder how come i seem to have much less to write. Looks right. He seems to have nothing to write too. Good. Damn, what a sadist.

Last fifteen minutes, no leaving the hall for the loo. Wonder if he ever gets sick of repeating the same thing everyday a day. Looking up, prayers go to heaven and the Bell Curve. Pens down, stop writing or your paper will be immediately flagged as a dishonest script. Again, nothing but amazement. He would make a good tape recorder if teaching doesnt work out.

Yesterday after geog i couldn't think of what to listen to as i walked from thomson plaza all the way to Shu's. Some comforting John Mayer, or emo/angsty Its-Armageddon-Tmr-I-Hate-Cambridge tunes. Walking alone makes you feel like the hectic world you've just left might just have been your all too vivid imagination. Silence a soundtrack to my shortlived indulgence. Bloody roaring Upper Thomson traffic wrench me back to ground zero. Darn. Another exam tmr. Pinch yourself. Ouch. Yup, another exam tmr.

Sometimes i wish i didnt live in a world where papers meant everything. We scratch pull tear at each other, drink 8 cans of red bull, cheat, lie that we didnt study so we dont have to share notes. Degrees. Certs. Success. Ever consider living on a farm with just family, animals, pumpkin soup and no exposure to good ole tried and tested academia?

Today i finally understood math. Tried not to look too happy lest i upset people. Soon hear many ppl chattering that the paper was quite easy. Prayers go to heaven and the bell curve. Bell curve please don't move this time. All too happy faces celebrating the end of papers for the week as i look around. Thoughts drift to yesterdays geog paper again. Damn examiners. Playing games with us. Seems everybody gets a kick out of toying with the feelings of others once in a while.

Waiting eagerly for the day where i can leave on my jet plane and rocket from this stressful place. Missing the days where stress was not in my vocabulary and i could eat a whole packet of calbee hot and spicy potato chips without any after effects on my thighs. Jet plane, jet plane. Please take me to a faraway land.

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