Caffeine Induced Success (373 hits)
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Submitted by BillyGoat (View user info) at 2008-01-25 20:48:05 EST
The knocking sound of my feet hitting the cobbled pavement only helps to heighten my fears. It's increasingly amplified, as each step leads me closer to my destination.
The sound, a rhythmic tap, threatens my concentration as I try to remember my nights work. Each equation, citation and quotation is locked in its vault, only to be granted special release once I reach to the examination hall.
Occasionally a vault is open, to reassure myself that the occupant hasn't left. Each affirmation calms my arching heart and draws me closer to the jackpot.
I look all around me and I see the same faces, seemingly in deep concentration, trying as hard as they can not to be distracted. Their faces, like mine, are thoroughly worn out, by the night's revision and/or cramming. They walk with their heads hung low, apologetic, for leaving their revision so late. Regretting the days when they were out partying instead of working. Booze filled nights lost in a smoky haze of pro- evo indulgence. Now the euphoria of those nights is gone, only to be replaced by fear and despair of what lies ahead.
We march side by side, in complete silence, without so much as an acknowledgment between us. Only when we reach the traffic lights, opposite the hall do we briefly catch each others eyes. And the contrast is terrifying.
Their eyes are demon red, fiery, almost bursting out of their sockets, with caffeine stained pupils, decolourised by that student staple, of coffee, red bull and Proplus. They are deep cavernous holes conveying no emotion. Concentrate hard enough and you can envisage the dark liquid, oozing out, dulling their pale cheeks, upon realisation that a little more work would have carried them over to that promised land.
The hall, an eerie gothic monstrosity, guarded by sniggering gargoyles, is were we bid each other good luck, as if entering a great battle, were a few are guaranteed return. I take up my allocated station and am frightened by the knowledge that only person that can win or lose this 'war' is me.
I, like a dart, have aimed and failed, many a time, but I can't afford to miss again. This is what I have been working for since I started and I will not let my rifle point anywhere else but the bull.
Everything that I might have missed or misunderstood, is forever gone. My focus is on the here and now and I pray that the next 2 hours will justify the tens of thousands that have been spent on my education.
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But wait! Scratch that, why should I pray? I do not need a third party.
I will make it happen, I will win this war.
Cometh the hour and I will deliver.
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Bueno Suerte.
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Who is this jimboruckus asshole and what is his problem?
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Good luck...
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Who is this jimboruckus asshole and what is his problem?
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Bart: What religion are you?
Homer: You know, the one with all the well-meaning rules that don't
work out in real life, uh, Christianity.