Monday, August 3, 2015

10days

The time read 11:14pm
The mind reads 10 days more.

10 days more to my first paper.
11 days to the smell of freedom.

For three weeks at least. But just for that taste of slight freedom, two papers must first be completed.

And after that, it's looking forward to the end of August.

The motivation. The lack that is. The nights spend in front of the computer screen typing the notes which 30% won't be memorized or used. Or rather the 50% is there to lie that you have made the effort to study.

The curse of every end semester that exams must be sat.

The dishonor of results when it is out, and it's not what you wanted. Or was it sufficient to say you did well, but it wasn't enough for the parents.
Really. What is the results desired?

The case of the 16 year-old girl who jumped to her death after receiving her o'level results. All because there was an imperfection in her results, that single B. Enough to spark a reaction, but not a consequence.


And here, I question what desire results I actually want

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