D-Day T-0 s

There was a decidedly loud whoop,
after the announcement was made
and the cohort was dismissed.

I didn't know what the big fuss
was about. I was more concerned
by the fact that gastric juices were
happily attacking my stomach lining.

It didn't help that the smell of Curry Puffs,
(sardine at first, then potato) wafted through
the exam hall, merrily taunting me, while I
was checking my paper for the 3rd time.

Yes the paper was that easy, even for one
such as I, who didn't bother to touch the
textbook for this paper, for one who was
arrogant enough not to bring a calculator
for a physics paper and for one who's smarmy
enough to arrive just 10 minutes before the
paper, disheveled, cold, hungry and wet.


And you know what? I had to exchange that
$10 note for a measly packet of soggy fries
because I was that hungry. It should've gone
into the bank and not the stomach.


Damn.