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    Thursday, November 30, 2006
    Title : Of the final spurt
    Time : 9:28 am

    Earworm: The Distance~~Evan and Jaron

    Today's my last paper....wheee... and the venue's less than 5 mins walk away...

    *I invoke the power of Sheares Hall*

    I shall wear my Sheares windbreaker. Superstitious much? Hey she provides the roof over my head. Why shouldn't she protect me from the threat of PPDA? =p

    It's not really been a marathon. I have one of the shortest exam periods and I'm grateful for that. But count the studying hours and it HAS been a marathon.
    The plodding pace when you feel that time is on your side,
    the panicked state when you realise you've fallen behind,
    the temporary relief when you pass yet another station
    the sustenance of momentum

    Which I really need now... for my final sprint to the finish.

    ^and then you realise the repetition is with you for the rest of your academic year. But we live by routines and repetition. It's the sense of familiarity that comforts us.

    Do I sound out of it when I said exams are comforting?

    Well, let's just say it's part and parcel of being in an educational institution. It's a certain predictability. Like why one bothers watching rom coms when we all know there'll be a happy ending? It's how we get to the ending. It's a stage of learning. And our abilities get tested.

    I'm really thankful physio was reformatted to be in MCQ form, where one has time to think how to apply what we learnt instead of cramping our hands regurgitating essays. Think about it, in real life, will you still need to write essays to survive? No, it's the choices you make. Therefore, all tests should be in MCQ. bwahahaha!

    right.

    Stamina, eh, stamina!