Tuesday, September 13, 2005
- How many examinations have we sat through in the short span of our life? We start at seven, if you discount all the little tests we have prior to the advent of the horrifying grueling experience we call exams. If we sit for exams three or four times a year, three or four papers each time, it incrementally and cumulatively increases to a whopping sum that I dare not think about (Okay, so I just thought about it. And it scares me.)
Take today for example. You ease into the plastic excuse for a desk, try to rearrange stubborn limbs and even more recalcitrant chair into a semblance of comfort. God knows you'll need it, it's three bloody hours in that chair. You sweat, you hear other people sweat, you hear the clock ticking interminably. You feel like dying and you know you aren't. Papers get passed out. Just your luck, sitting in the front of the completely airless (they close the windows to make you hyperventilate faster) and claustrophobic class. "The skies are blue inside of you" brings new meaning to mind. Take seven sheets? We're going to do that many questions? Duly taken and passed.
The papers get placed face down on your table. It's thin, it looks deceptively benign. About as benign as a malignant tumour. Check the pages, you don't try to look through the front page. What's the use? It's three hours long. One HUNdred and EIGHTy MINutes.
But enough of that. I'm going to upload the colours award photos. ENjoy.
The rest are politically sensitive pictures, so I shall be nice and keep then private.
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6:53:00 pm
