Monday, November 14, 2005
you got to believe in karma.
you cant expect to having not gone as far as touched the pages of any paper two or threes, to still think you'll be able to breeze through.
hah. BREEZE. that was more like a semblance of hurricane katrina if anything. throw in a blizzard for the minutes that zoomed by as i zonked out in front of the paper.
i was stumped. then regained myself to, uh.. flip the page. yep. and skip questions. that was my main activity through out the 105 minutes. oh, apart from being rudely shocked from my silent reverie (hahha.) when Mr. who-needs-a-mic screamed to the entire hall that im left with 15 minutes to flip the pages, and skip the rest of the questions.
i guess our faces must have been blacker than soot for Mr too-loud-but-still-pretty-nice, to comfort the hallful of still-in-shock students.
now its time to shed my strong facade, and weep beneath the covers.
ahh. just joking.
you cant expect to having not gone as far as touched the pages of any paper two or threes, to still think you'll be able to breeze through.
hah. BREEZE. that was more like a semblance of hurricane katrina if anything. throw in a blizzard for the minutes that zoomed by as i zonked out in front of the paper.
i was stumped. then regained myself to, uh.. flip the page. yep. and skip questions. that was my main activity through out the 105 minutes. oh, apart from being rudely shocked from my silent reverie (hahha.) when Mr. who-needs-a-mic screamed to the entire hall that im left with 15 minutes to flip the pages, and skip the rest of the questions.
i guess our faces must have been blacker than soot for Mr too-loud-but-still-pretty-nice, to comfort the hallful of still-in-shock students.
now its time to shed my strong facade, and weep beneath the covers.
ahh. just joking.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 6:07 PM.
