After all the tense nights of nocturnal
studying (three of them, specifically the ones just prior to E-Day), the worry
filled days of emotional breakdown (two, to be exact. E-Day itself, and the day
before), and the hard work that went into preparation (no comment on that line), you would think that now, on this side of the Dreaded Day of The
Exam (that's the E-Day you were scratching your head about), I would
have some free time to myself.
Give me a second to catch my
breath while you go along and re-read that to see if it makes sense.
See, bottom line, I deserved a
break. Oh yes, I did. The tension, the panic, the three hour and twenty minute
torture of sitting in once place and writing on the same subject without pause…
surviving something like that calls for a week of relaxation, with nothing but
movies, cartoons and writing.
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My mother, however, as most
mothers are wont to do, did not see it that way. It turns out that, unlike me, she
had actually noticed the growing pile of papers and strewn clothes accumulating around my room over the last week… and the only reason she had kept her
peace was because she didn’t want me to use the ensuing conflict as an excuse in
case the exam went south.
