Monday, December 03, 2007
only two days more.
there's something wildly delirum-inducing about sitting on the rackety chair, taking the last final glances at that darned examination paper, and smelling the excitement in the air, exuding from every other student. the final countdown is on, and there is only five minutes left to the soon-to-be post exam period. As the anticipation gradually mounts and threatens to erupt, you give up trying to tally your bubble sheet answers and checking for spelling mistakes in your essays.
Instead, you fixate on that wall clock in front of the hall, and feel every other student's heartbeat pound silently, in unison with yours with every ticking movement of the clock hand.
And you see the invigilator (finally) walking towards the microphone.
"Okay, no more writing. Time is up."
An almost audible sigh of relief resonates from every seat in the hall, as you hear the pens clattering on the tabletops, and the constant shuffling of papers. The magical three words come to every student's minds.
EXAMS ARE OVER.
(alright, snap back to reality joce. there are still two more days.)
there's something wildly delirum-inducing about sitting on the rackety chair, taking the last final glances at that darned examination paper, and smelling the excitement in the air, exuding from every other student. the final countdown is on, and there is only five minutes left to the soon-to-be post exam period. As the anticipation gradually mounts and threatens to erupt, you give up trying to tally your bubble sheet answers and checking for spelling mistakes in your essays.
Instead, you fixate on that wall clock in front of the hall, and feel every other student's heartbeat pound silently, in unison with yours with every ticking movement of the clock hand.
And you see the invigilator (finally) walking towards the microphone.
"Okay, no more writing. Time is up."
An almost audible sigh of relief resonates from every seat in the hall, as you hear the pens clattering on the tabletops, and the constant shuffling of papers. The magical three words come to every student's minds.
EXAMS ARE OVER.
(alright, snap back to reality joce. there are still two more days.)
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 7:16 PM.
