It arrived one or two weeks ago, out of nowhere, without warning, without welcome, like a rain of fresh toothy tuna. Not that tuna fell out of the sky here. Whatever, I’m rambling, I know. The ‘thing’ that ‘arrived’ was a prophetic sign in the form of a newspaper advertisement- my old college, that funny little building above a bank where I did my A-Levels before moving on to another funny little building situated on a row of brothels; gleefully announcing their ownership of a student who had the higher score in the world for the University of London’s Law degree. Jolly good. How nice for her.
It hit me seconds later, as these things tend to do. Note: If it was fresh tuna, now, you wouldn’t even have seconds to think- how it was relevant to me. It could only mean one thing: that those sadistic old fogeys (Presumably) in London (But more likely vacationing in the Bahamas) were done with marking our exam papers. It had to come, sooner or later. But I’d really come to love this sedentary limbo I’ve been in for the past two-three months.
As I’ve probably mentioned several posts back, I wasn’t too happy with how the exam went. I exited irritated, annoyed, vaguely violent and frighteningly hungry, but without much mood for anything. That said, I consider myself quite lucky (Trying to think positively here) for having something else to take my mind of the thought of the soon-to-be-released results: This picture, which I found in an online forum:
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