barbershopped (a close shave)

I thought this blog was on hiatus because of exams but I thought today was too memorable to let it slip by unannounced,

For the first time ever in all the exam-slogging years of my sorry student life, I arrived 1 minute before the expected commencement time of the exam. This one sentence entails the 15 minutes of waiting for the bus which passed me by because it was overflowing with people, the 30 minutes of mentally willing a plodding bus to get a move on and endless waiting for traffic lights to turn green (multiple times before the bus inched along). In short, it was a traumatic experience.

Strangely enough, although I had 9 am lectures in the past, this has never happened. (Maybe because I was always late.) Murphy's law really does apply - whatever bad can happen will happen. But in a big-picture sense, I was thinking more about why it happened (i.e. coded messages from God wrapped in worrying circumstances on earth). To shake me out of slumberland - maybe - my heart was tripping at the speed of a pneumatic drill. To give me a sense of urgency about this whole exam business - maybe - I needed to go to the toilet but refrained because I figured I would never finish my paper.

I don't understand my flippancy towards all this, as well as my over speculation (again). Maybe it's that anomic time of the year where you want to do everything but can do nothing (because of exams).

To reform the control freak, provide situations beyond his/her control. That must be it.

(Yucks. I am thinking in writing. Only one day of exams and look what it's done!)