Contemplative.

and i wished i were out there screaming my lungs out alongside my class and course mates. but life isn't such. the event's already ended. the school's closed for the night. and i can imagine the winners already.

and i wonder if i'd get past the first assessments of the semester unscathed. 10 mins to answer 30 questions wasn't exactly very much to my liking. for there were many grey areas that were unthreaded. having only myself to blame for not having listened more attentively and tried harder.

inability to answer all the questions allocated 6 marks ( there were about 5 in a paper allocated a total of 50 marks and 20% to the final grade) guarantees an extremely high chance of actually making history on my part. it would be the first assessment of all assessments that i've failed. and i'm sure i wouldn't be rushing to pop the champagne.

there's a submission tomorrow. and i'm still stuck on page three ( sans cover. sans appendix. sans secondary research). never have been much of a last minute worker. everything needed to be ( quite) on time. in relatively good order by a day to spare.

and things have just gotten scary. because (almost) everything seems to be going my way nowadays. which i'm not quite used to.

plus, it comes with the baggage of jealousy and ill-feelings.

thankfully those who are friends remain supportive. and there's all of them to thank for keeping it real.

to the class of dmc 2b04? thanks for sticking by throughout the entire journey- in Attitude, in personal development, in all times. everyone's made a contribution. mostly intangible.

and it is the unity and spirit, in all circumstances, that allowed light to break even in the darkest of moments. and those alone, make everyday even more enjoyable.