Just When You Thought
Just when you could paint the town red under the magnificent blue skies.
Just when the weather looks promising and the rain is smattering all over the place in that rhythmic way it does (sorry, i'm no poet), the haze comes yet again, the chainsaw beauty destroyers come.
Just when you thought it would all be better.
Just when you thought you'd only haf 4 more days of stress and sleep deprivation, they come and nonchalantly inform you one day before that you were to be having a different test paper the next day and that, oh by the way, no exams on friday. Then they merrily burst your happy bubble by postponing 2 papers to the week after holidays.
Killjoy.
Just when you thought there won't be anymore calculations to worry about, they split your 2 math papers into different days.
I cannot seem to generate my anger out of my system. I think it's still in a state of anger-shock. After they practically chopped off the branches of my beautiful trees and cruelly powered up their chainsaws for one hour at 11pm at night, this terrible exam prolonging leaves me unfeeling.
I guess it could all amount to disappointment. Brutal disappointment at the hands of a fellow complainer in school who thought celebrating Deepavali and Hari Raya with math and PE stuck in our heads the entire time was fun and convenient.
I feel compelled to giving that complainer a huge piece of my mind but of course, in real life, noone really does what they so boldly say on paper.
Woe is me.
Just when the weather looks promising and the rain is smattering all over the place in that rhythmic way it does (sorry, i'm no poet), the haze comes yet again, the chainsaw beauty destroyers come.
Just when you thought it would all be better.
Just when you thought you'd only haf 4 more days of stress and sleep deprivation, they come and nonchalantly inform you one day before that you were to be having a different test paper the next day and that, oh by the way, no exams on friday. Then they merrily burst your happy bubble by postponing 2 papers to the week after holidays.
Killjoy.
Just when you thought there won't be anymore calculations to worry about, they split your 2 math papers into different days.
I cannot seem to generate my anger out of my system. I think it's still in a state of anger-shock. After they practically chopped off the branches of my beautiful trees and cruelly powered up their chainsaws for one hour at 11pm at night, this terrible exam prolonging leaves me unfeeling.
I guess it could all amount to disappointment. Brutal disappointment at the hands of a fellow complainer in school who thought celebrating Deepavali and Hari Raya with math and PE stuck in our heads the entire time was fun and convenient.
I feel compelled to giving that complainer a huge piece of my mind but of course, in real life, noone really does what they so boldly say on paper.
Woe is me.
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