Summer
School's Over.
I relish typing those words, my face twisted into a childish grin.
The year is a mosaic of blurred colors,as though I were sitting in a train, head pressed against a pane of glass, watching the year rush by. I see stress- black and grey and silver- stretching along my path becoming thicker, and thinner, with the symbol of the IBO inexorably branded upon it. I see red- fiery red, and a C, burning with bold fury and impassive to the wind and elements. I see white, pure, blinding white, shining and there is untold misery and hope within it.
We seldom understand the designs of fate, even when they weave invariably to one conclusion.
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Exams are finally finished. I felt joy blooming today, as my pencil scratched its last characters on the math exam- the final one before my liberation. It felt so good to be free, to walk carefree out of the school knowing that I didn't have an assignment to do tonight, or a test to study for or something else to worry about. It felt nice to just walk, and not have my head furrowed in concentration- stressing about my latest academic endeavour. As we exited, a storm had begun to gather- our road leading directly towards it. Our last day of Grade 11, and this is how we approach the future, with a thunderstorm? Considering, I take stock in omens and portents, it was a harbinger, a herald to an uneasy future. When I told my twin this, he rolled his eyes.
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The aforementioned cheating incident came to something of a head today. We were both called into his office- the culprit and the accuser(unfortunately, me). Our principal, was faced in an understandably difficult situation- two people, of relative credibility, telling fundamentally opposite stories. Staring seriously at us, he told us that he wouldn't be meteing out any punishment- which had me riled- because he simply didn't have enough proof to suggest the Culprit was indeed guilty. Surveying us gravely, he advised whoever was lying to speak the truth. I know I was telling the truth, I certainly have other evidence of the Culprit's cheating that I have not brought to his attention for specific reasons.
I know justice is always supposed to prevail, and karma will eventually gain its rightful retribution, however I find it somewhat disconcerting that this whole event- originally intended to point out the dishonesty of a fellow classmate- has ended up putting a black cloud over me and my name. I have always told the truth. I suppose it is the decision of the Culprit to follow suit.
_
I relish typing those words, my face twisted into a childish grin.
The year is a mosaic of blurred colors,as though I were sitting in a train, head pressed against a pane of glass, watching the year rush by. I see stress- black and grey and silver- stretching along my path becoming thicker, and thinner, with the symbol of the IBO inexorably branded upon it. I see red- fiery red, and a C, burning with bold fury and impassive to the wind and elements. I see white, pure, blinding white, shining and there is untold misery and hope within it.
We seldom understand the designs of fate, even when they weave invariably to one conclusion.
_
Exams are finally finished. I felt joy blooming today, as my pencil scratched its last characters on the math exam- the final one before my liberation. It felt so good to be free, to walk carefree out of the school knowing that I didn't have an assignment to do tonight, or a test to study for or something else to worry about. It felt nice to just walk, and not have my head furrowed in concentration- stressing about my latest academic endeavour. As we exited, a storm had begun to gather- our road leading directly towards it. Our last day of Grade 11, and this is how we approach the future, with a thunderstorm? Considering, I take stock in omens and portents, it was a harbinger, a herald to an uneasy future. When I told my twin this, he rolled his eyes.
_
The aforementioned cheating incident came to something of a head today. We were both called into his office- the culprit and the accuser(unfortunately, me). Our principal, was faced in an understandably difficult situation- two people, of relative credibility, telling fundamentally opposite stories. Staring seriously at us, he told us that he wouldn't be meteing out any punishment- which had me riled- because he simply didn't have enough proof to suggest the Culprit was indeed guilty. Surveying us gravely, he advised whoever was lying to speak the truth. I know I was telling the truth, I certainly have other evidence of the Culprit's cheating that I have not brought to his attention for specific reasons.
I know justice is always supposed to prevail, and karma will eventually gain its rightful retribution, however I find it somewhat disconcerting that this whole event- originally intended to point out the dishonesty of a fellow classmate- has ended up putting a black cloud over me and my name. I have always told the truth. I suppose it is the decision of the Culprit to follow suit.
_
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