Swanky 'otel |
Milkshake and paper. |
40 minutes remain - Still in the dining area, drinking the worst chocolate milkshake that has ever passed over my palate. Perhaps the flavour has been compromised by my mounting anxiety. I have already written what I initiall feel is my best song ever through simple hums and a mental orchestra, as well as this blog up until this point. My stomach is uneasy and I am the only visitor who has their own dictionary. People are beginning to stare at me like some sort of side-show attraction as I move around the vicinity getting snaps of the hotel.
20 minutes remain - Nearly polished off milkshake. Nerves have made. My sentences. Shorter. And my. Thoughts make. Sense not do.
10 minutes - I hope the next familiar face I see is a smiling one. I hope. I pray.
15 minutes over-ran - Waiting exacerbates the nerves. Many ridiculous scenarios run through my mind as to why there is a delay. Maybe a student hyperventilated. Maybe there was a technical fault involving the listening apparatus. Maybe an epic battle between the Japaneze Godzilla and Gilbert Godfried, in a stale-mate shriek-off, briefly interrupted the fluidity of the examination. As aforementioned: ridiculous. Fed up with waiting. Playing some God-awful game on my mobile phone.
As I see them enter the reception area, I am pleased to see smiling faces bouncing out of the room. Definitely better than dragging feet and grumpy faces. I think they were just glad it was over. I feel immensely proud. A year has passed and it has built up to this. Here's to hoping all the hard work paid off.
As I see them enter the reception area, I am pleased to see smiling faces bouncing out of the room. Definitely better than dragging feet and grumpy faces. I think they were just glad it was over. I feel immensely proud. A year has passed and it has built up to this. Here's to hoping all the hard work paid off.
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