The final examinations had just started today, and my subject for today was EAS(paper 2). Firstly, I'd be lying if I said it was great. It sucked. Badly.
I had a plot in mind when I saw the question I was destined to write, however due to the time limit my hand grabbed the pen and began to wiggle on the piece of paper. In other words, I didn't know what I was writing, despite a plot progressing in mind. Yes I am a loser. Beat me. (Beat me hard. *breathes*)
What I had written down on my examination paper was fulla crap. And I write like a sissy primary schooler. I used a lot of "I's", "he", "him", "the man" and such, which explains why my paper was five pages worth of (censored) crap.
"I punched Sam in the face, and he cried and begged me to stop bullying him. When I woke up - this was obviously a dream, because nothing so ludicrous could ever happen in real life - Sam was already standing there, because he can read dreams, and he beat my ass for the next three days. I have to say I deserved it."
That was supposed to be part of the story but bearing in mind the markers don't like violent humour, I didn't. I wanted to, but can't. Because I don't think these people wanted to know whether one of their students are capable of writing such black humour slash violence. Well, boo you.
I once tried, during highschool, and the teacher gave me a fat ugly D.
There are four legal methods of execution in the United States: lethal injection, gas chamber, electric chair, and my piece of writing in the EAS exam. I mean it. It's that bad.
I want to cry... out of boredom.
I want to scream... out of fulfilment.
I want to kill... because Smint told me to.
Very frustrating it was the paper. I've written full four pages back-to-back and a few lines on a new one. And it was about a man who can see spirits and -- an exceedingly beautiful ghost, which was named "Boo" by the guy. Around the end, when Sam(that's the guy's name. Yes, I am very uncreative.) finally saw Boo's appearance when after months staying in his new apartment Boo finally materializes. I deliberately wanted to write boyxboy romance. But I had to jet to write section B which I haven't finished(most of us didn't.). I'm sick. I'm sick and twisted. And that's how I roll.
Upon the finish line I had a little accident. Twice. But thanks to Zimah and some others who helped, I managed to go home safely.
Tomorrow's gonna be hell for me. Sociology paper will waiting for me to scribble all types of accurate, correct, factuals facts that my mind could make up. And factually flunk the paper. Oh yes.
Oh right, you all know that the Maths paper(P1 and P6 together) is all on the same day, along with ELiterature. Both. In one day. Have I mentioned that it's both P1 and P6? And Literature too. On the same day.
Anyone wants to form an angry mob and protest in front of the SA office? Okay, form an orderly line, queue up and let me pencil you in.
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