Journal

Day Of Reckoning

You there! Do you know what day it is tomorrow? Why, it’s the day of reckoning! Results day! Yes, the day when poor, harmless students cower in fear, quiver in fright, shiver in despair. Lovely day it will be! Unless you happen to be a student, in which case you ought to prepare to cower and quiver and shiver, like me.

There’s always something strangely faceless and terrifying about checking your results online. You just punch in your account information and click. Before you can even hope for the best, all your results pop up in front of you like a summons. That is, assuming you don’t sometimes have a connection like mine. (I imagine it will in that case be somewhat like a Hitchcock film.)

I suppose the good times are almost up. Time runs away like Usain Bolt with the baton when you’re not looking. I excel at bad metaphors.

I’ve still been at my chores. Yesterday, I tried to pack up my music library a bit. I cleaned it up quite properly, if I dare say so myself, but it’s still incomplete, so I’ll have to get back to it. Shopping has been going fairly well, but it too is incomplete. I’ve made inquiries about the various things I’ve got to sort out, which is all very dandy, but I’ve yet to actually sort them out. So everything is in that sort of stasis, reluctant to be completed. But it’s getting there.

Although we don’t have much of the holidays left. But who knows what will happen tomorrow anyway? Wish me luck.

d

© 2009 a modest odyssey.