That's Life

I remember vividly what happened last year after Promos. It was like a huge weight off our shoulders. It seemed that all our troubles had gone out with the examiner's excitedly muted declaration of 'You may leave'. Last year we only had to go through CT, which was basically an experiment packaged in paper. I mean it was all right to screw up. You were supposed to screw up. Then came promos. Where we all got through together and got promoted as a class.

Now there's a silent, stifling silence encroaching in. That's enveloping all of us in a misty haze of worry and anxiety. As the high school musical said, we're all in this together. Hannah Montana rules. So does Lizzie Mcguire. Anyway as I was saying, we've gone through, some of us literally tripped, stumbled and smashed the hurdles to smithereens, enough obstacles this year. CT1, CT2 and Prelims? And we're not done yet. They say the A level is a marathon where consistent hard work and effort throughout the two years pays off.

It's a sad day when the Lit teacher asks you why you took Literature. Especially when it's at the end of your psychological and intellectual path down the road of words within words, at least for the end of the year.