Rescue me

I’m feeling a tragic sense of dejection, just an hour after my NM paper. The advent of another paper which I’m totally not confident of continues to hit the wrong notes today. Oh man, even a second cup of coffee isn’t going to help. I’m just feeling totally down at the dumps. How I wish things could just flash past and voila, it’s 24 hours later and I’m frolicking down the sides of Scotts Road. I’m not the crazed shopaholic whom I happened to overhear a conversation from (“It’s like, I’ll study for half and hour and ‘I wanna go shopping!’”); I’m just dying to complete this wholly arduous process of going in, sitting down, cracking my brains and creating smudges of ink all over my paper. And things will start again, all from the beginning, every semester.