
hudaa Ismail
nineTeen
pretty much an avid observer who is eccentric in nature as well as one who does things entirely based on her mood.
title: ![]() 30 minutes after the math examination commenced, i was looking around the room for inspiration. Whatever pure math knowledge i had felt antique, i couldn't make any sense out of section A. 40 marks gone within 30 minutes and i proceeded with section B. I managed to grapple with a few questions and it wasn't long before i was caught in the ordeal of completely giving up. I began staring at each question hard hoping some light bulb moments would occur. It didn't.Not initially. I revisited each question at various intervals.At certain instances i felt lucky as flashbacks provided an insight on how i could possible tackle the question.It must be the works of divine intervention i thought. 2 hours into the paper, a quarter of my question paper was layered with doodlings. I managed to scan around the room to see how others were doing. I saw some heads on the table, some feverishly attempting the questions and others who were just giving each question a go hoping that they would gain some sympathy marks. That moment, i really wished time wouldn't pass so slowly. Julitta did 0843C a favour by counting the number of essays we had to write for the examinations and i never thought it would be a much as 21! Love, vinTage dreams |
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