Finally. After days of intense speculation, virulent rumours and wildfire anxiety, the teachers walk down the corridors bearing the ominous news that is: our results. I’m happy with what I got, but I do not know if it’s enough for the Dean’s List. Getting simply a 7 means nothing anymore, especially when I’m surrounded by people more brilliant than I am.
Oh well. My fingers are crossed.
Today had been a really long day. What with the waiting, the Principal’s address, the Chinese B exam briefing and the Chem IA, I suddenly found myself having to figure out how to waste away long, gaping time intervals. It is really quite a pity that I didn’t choose to bring Anil’s Ghost to school today.
As an accurate reflection of our desperation, the triumvirate started getting involved with a thing Jonny had invented. I don’t know what to call it. You could say it was scrying, but saying it without invoking the image of a crystal ball is hard. Basically, we were engaged with the idea of asking our iPods a question and finding the answer by hitting the next song while on shuffle.
PING: Will I ever get married?
DARYL: You must be warned, I actually have a song titled ‘Yes’.
PING: IS THERE A GOD?
DARYL: (hits next) ‘Look No Further.’
And while all this is happening, Sera has decided to start on work this weekened. I should too. I have an assignment-without-a-deadline for every single subject… except Chem. Doing IA 3 for Economics is a piece of homework that is self-created. Sera has also managed to get me hooked on 20th Century Boys.
yam.
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