That two-times-a-year thing

I'm feeling the dread.

The butterflies in my stomach.

How I hate them.

No matter how much I say I'm resigned to fate.

No matter how much I say I'm not afraid.

No matter how much I tend to feel emotionless at other times before this day.

I admit, I'm still freaking anxious and fearful I think I might die.

Why is my life so screwed?

Since the day I entered University...

It's supposed to be the funnest time of my life.

The time when you play and work your ass off everything.

But here I am dreading every single day, module, quiz, exam.

Urgh, another part of my transcript is going to be fixed in 4 minutes' time.

And with every additional word I type... time is ticking by.

Yucks... Anyway I shall check it in half an hour's time. When most anxious people are done with the cheers and tears, it shall be my time. Shan't go jam the system at 12mn.

Have a good night, dear readers. I hope I can have mine tonight. Wish me luck!:)

P.S. Not for good results but for a good good night.