It’s that time of the year.
I almost missed my exam registration deadline.
It actually ended on the 14th, but my grovelling and sweet voice must have moved the poor girl on the phone to accept my registration tomorrow.
Frankly I don’t know if I’ll be ready for the exams in May. I haven’t started, and probably won’t be doing it until February. I also don’t know if the fact that I’m working would deter my efforts in actually passing the damn exams this year. And the guilt. Oh the guilt. The only thing I can do now to lessen the pressure the omnipresence of my mum’s disgusted face in my mind, is to pay for my own exams. At least then I won’t really have to answer to her. I’m wasting her money, she said. Doesn’t she realise that I wasted alot of my time too? I didn’t join the U to make friends, I wanted to pass too. Can I help it that the examiners hate me?
After Feb 10. I’ll have to start studying officially. Really, I do. I need strength. Superhuman, Herculean strength.