14 August 2012
Just a few more days... Two to be exact, Until what was a distant thought, Becomes a solid fact.
I'll wake up just as normal, Brush my teeth and dress, But then I will remember; And be tackled by the stress.
Stressing over every one, All four of them I'll get, Feeling like a butterfly, Trapped in a catcher's net.
I'll file into the great hall, Search my name, receive- Presented with an envelope, Remember how to breathe.
And then I'll rip it open, And see just how I do, It could all end in floods of tears, Yippees! Or just a 'phew!'
Whatever the case, on Thursday, I'll think, 'why did I cram?' Watch out folks, on Thursday... I'LL GET RESULTS FROM MY EXAMS.
Uh-Oh-Thursday. • Opuss № I