The Last Day Of Exams
It is late in the night. You’re pacing across the room, anxiously biting your nails and desperately trying to grasp information from your books that you hadn’t touched since the day they had been freshly bought.
As you scan your textbooks and highlight every single thing (yes, including the full-stop), you feel dizzy. You feel like somebody has lifted your chin up, parted your lips and is force-feeding you until you are overstuffed and ready to throw up.
Then finally, as the clock strikes three (the time which a lot of horror movies state is the perfect time for all the ghosts and all things spooky to arrive), you slam your book shut and yawn.
You walk to your bathroom and see your reflection – you look exactly like all the ghosts that our beloved horror movies talk about. Your hair’s messed up and filled with dirt, your eyes are droopy and laced with dark-circles and your entire body is aching, as if you have been waging a really taxing war.
Then again, final exams are wars. You h…
As you scan your textbooks and highlight every single thing (yes, including the full-stop), you feel dizzy. You feel like somebody has lifted your chin up, parted your lips and is force-feeding you until you are overstuffed and ready to throw up.
Then finally, as the clock strikes three (the time which a lot of horror movies state is the perfect time for all the ghosts and all things spooky to arrive), you slam your book shut and yawn.
You walk to your bathroom and see your reflection – you look exactly like all the ghosts that our beloved horror movies talk about. Your hair’s messed up and filled with dirt, your eyes are droopy and laced with dark-circles and your entire body is aching, as if you have been waging a really taxing war.
Then again, final exams are wars. You h…