The clock’s tick-tock grates on my nerves.
Everything is silent and the only sound that can be heard is occasional howling by the bored neighbourhood dog who has nothing better to do.
Immensely grateful, I thank the lords for not forcing my ears to be an unwilling guest at someone’s loud wedding.

I am flipping through the pages in front of me but the words have long since stopped making any sense.
Still I march forward with the studying.
The exam’s tomorrow and there is still so much to do.
The cups of coffee are losing their effect and I am reminded I should take a break and go to the kitchen for some more.
Not that it’ll help much.

The legs of the chair screech as I push back the chair.
On the way to the kitchen, all the different formulae, theorems, definitions swim through my head.
I am so drowsy I could just fall down and not feel a thing.

But there’s still do much to do.
The irony of the promise I made during the last exams isn’t lost on me.
Then too, a solemn promise had been made to study beforehand and not leave everything until the last minute.

Oh well.
Lets get on with making the coffee.
As I add some instant-coffee powder in the hot milk, I go through the syllabus again.
Hmm, there aren’t too many topics left.
I’ll manage to complete them in the morning.

Pouring the coffee powder on the spoon back into its jar, I switch off the kitchen’s light and zombie my way to my bed.
Barely removing my slippers, I plop down flat on my bed and pull the covers up.
Silently praying that the exam goes well, I close my eyes, knowing it’ll be just as terrible as ever.