I write about exams a lot. So sue me. I HAVE exams a lot.
Nevertheless, today was last-theory-exam-for-quite-sometime day. The kind of day that reaffirms your faith in God. The kind that poets usually write about (No, not the suicidal poets – they stick with mid exam days). The kind of day that is just perfect; possibly because we don’t know any better.
But since irony is a dish best served as dessert (yes, I made that one up. Do not go through your phraseology books. You’ll be sorry you’re geeky enough to even buy a phraseology book.) :
We had an earthquake at 4 in the morning. Shaky start.
The question paper was set by a death eater. Wobbly middle.
I’ve just woken up hence. Balancing act.
I’m sure there was a point to this when I started it. But it probably wasn’t a very good one.
Now where’s that only-practicals-for-sometime datesheet?
