It's the heat, I swear.
So June. Hot, sweaty, examination June. We meet again. I must say, you've gotten stronger as the years pass and I find my own devices against you weakening.
Last Friday my math provincial was held. Worth 40% of the final mark that would either guarantee or smash my hopes of entrance into university, this was something I could not afford to screw up. So I crammed.
And crammed. Until 3 in the morning.
And I walked out of the exam the next day...eh, relatively happy. I thought I had won this round. But no. You and your sweltering sinful ways found a new sneaky, low way to stab me in my sweating back as I walked home, unaware of your schemes.
I studied the rest of the weekend for my biology examination. Last night, I studied until 3:45 AM, and tossed and turned until freaking birds started chirping outside my window at 4:30. Nevertheless, I trudged to school the next day, only to receive some bad news from a classmate. Apparently, at the end of the math provincial, I had left my multiple choice bubble sheet in the wrong booklet, and if it were not for the efforts of the kind albeit now angry teachers that flipped through 300+ examinations to look for it, I would have lost a large portion of my test and failed.
Angrily, writing tools in hand, I sat down and sulked until the start of the examination. (Actually, right before the exam commenced I was talking to a friend happily, but let's pretend for this entry's sake that I was mad.) And then...I saw it. Or rather, did not see it.
MY ERASER WAS MISSING.
With 67 multiple choice questions to fill in, I knew you were laughing your stupid 38 degrees celcius ass off. I couldn't afford to lose, as this was another examination that I wanted- no, needed, to use. So with the help of my trusty pencil eraser, which had been used previously in class until it was merely a sad little stub, I painstakingly reviewed and erased (and left little dirty streaks on the sheet) my way through the exam, all the while being encircled by teachers (like sharks around a diver, or vultures around a panicking student - oh wait, that is what they are) whom, no doubt, must have been wondering why I was scouring the floor with my eyes constantly during the whole examination.
Well. I MADE IT through, and I put my multiple choice sheet in the right place this time. You lose this round.
You have 3 more chances, so do your best, June. Do your best.
Actually, I was just kidding. Leave me the hell alone!
Last Friday my math provincial was held. Worth 40% of the final mark that would either guarantee or smash my hopes of entrance into university, this was something I could not afford to screw up. So I crammed.
And crammed. Until 3 in the morning.
And I walked out of the exam the next day...eh, relatively happy. I thought I had won this round. But no. You and your sweltering sinful ways found a new sneaky, low way to stab me in my sweating back as I walked home, unaware of your schemes.
I studied the rest of the weekend for my biology examination. Last night, I studied until 3:45 AM, and tossed and turned until freaking birds started chirping outside my window at 4:30. Nevertheless, I trudged to school the next day, only to receive some bad news from a classmate. Apparently, at the end of the math provincial, I had left my multiple choice bubble sheet in the wrong booklet, and if it were not for the efforts of the kind albeit now angry teachers that flipped through 300+ examinations to look for it, I would have lost a large portion of my test and failed.
Angrily, writing tools in hand, I sat down and sulked until the start of the examination. (Actually, right before the exam commenced I was talking to a friend happily, but let's pretend for this entry's sake that I was mad.) And then...I saw it. Or rather, did not see it.
MY ERASER WAS MISSING.
With 67 multiple choice questions to fill in, I knew you were laughing your stupid 38 degrees celcius ass off. I couldn't afford to lose, as this was another examination that I wanted- no, needed, to use. So with the help of my trusty pencil eraser, which had been used previously in class until it was merely a sad little stub, I painstakingly reviewed and erased (and left little dirty streaks on the sheet) my way through the exam, all the while being encircled by teachers (like sharks around a diver, or vultures around a panicking student - oh wait, that is what they are) whom, no doubt, must have been wondering why I was scouring the floor with my eyes constantly during the whole examination.
Well. I MADE IT through, and I put my multiple choice sheet in the right place this time. You lose this round.
You have 3 more chances, so do your best, June. Do your best.
Actually, I was just kidding. Leave me the hell alone!
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