Tick tock tick tock…..wait….I didn’t have a watch…so there can’t be ticking noise…whatever…
Anyway the exams started today, with BM paper 1….and time passed boringly, second after second dying away. The normally short-lived seconds laugh at me as their lifespan extends bit by bit, attacking me with wave after wave of boredness. I peered down at my paper, no thoughts forming in my mind. My brain was empty, all ideas driven out by those once minute seconds. Whatever. I picked up my G1 pen and started to write.
Whoops. I’ve nearly fallen asleep. I’d better get down to answering my paper. Minutes pass in silence. The only sounds are the sounds of papers turning and the whooshing of the fan. It is pointless. The fan spends its energy to turn a whole revolution, just to come back to where it started. Again and again it spins round.
I’ve been looking at the fan for too long. I continue writing. This time hours pass.
5 minutes left. Sigh… I’m tired, but at least I’ve managed to answer my paper. I randomly doodle dwarf runes on my question paper, including moral values for the next moral paper. Finally, the papers are collected.
Noise pushes silence into silence (did you understand that?). The first paper is over. WoohoO!!! laughing
But there is no time to relax, no time to dwadle. Because doom ever draws close, and I must keep my step ahead of it. Moral might be my doom. If I do not work hard to keep ahead of it, it will find me and kill me. Even after the moral exam, I must still strive to continue, because it ever comes toward me, like an insect rushes to the light. No matter where you put the light, it is pointless, it will continue to follow it. The only thing that you can do is to turn and face the opponent.
I take out my moral book and start studying. But it is impossible. It is pointless. Everything seems to be pointless.
“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”
What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils nder the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. All threams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again. All things are wearisome, more than one can say. The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. Is there anything of which one can say, “Look! This is something new”? It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time. There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow. — Ecclesiastes 1:2-11
Yes. Sometimes I feel like that. Everything is meaningless. If not for Jesus Christ, that would be true. So fear not. Remember Jesus.
Anyway I don’t want to talk about moral. 2 and a half hours of pure torture.
8 structured questions and 3 essays…What could be worse?