ah, the exam hall. where wit and personality count for nothing, and the most boring little ******** you've ever met can triumph and feel good about themselves because they spent eight straight hours revising last night in happy preparation for their future dead-end jobs. nine-to-five, zombie routine, no ambition. the day when you realise that this is your future, this is it. no need to stress over what you're going to do 'when you grow up' because you already have grown up, and somehow it's just not as good as any of the scenarios you imagined.
that accursed exam hall! only the scrawled messages on the desks convince me that humanity ever inhabited this static, sterile room of death...have four walls ever been so completely void of life and laughter?
and now, to lighten the mood: cheese_whine cheesewine. goodnight catford!
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