I can't sleep.
This is the result of waiting for, well, results. I hate it. I fucking hate it with every fibre of my being and wish one day that I could just sleep and wait until the morning to have my fate revealed to me.
No. Instead the emails are automated and arrive between midnight and some other hour in the morning, usually before midday. Invariably, my mark is emailed to me at an unholy hour. I will have managed about thirty minutes of being asleep, constantly waking to check for new emails.
Then the disappointment of seeing a narrow failure and then sleep can resume.
Only this time, something is a bit different. The email is still not exactly great in timing, but something was missing - where it's meant to say "FAIL" it didn't. Instead, it said "PASS".
Result. One more to go ... and free forever.
This is the result of waiting for, well, results. I hate it. I fucking hate it with every fibre of my being and wish one day that I could just sleep and wait until the morning to have my fate revealed to me.
No. Instead the emails are automated and arrive between midnight and some other hour in the morning, usually before midday. Invariably, my mark is emailed to me at an unholy hour. I will have managed about thirty minutes of being asleep, constantly waking to check for new emails.
Then the disappointment of seeing a narrow failure and then sleep can resume.
Only this time, something is a bit different. The email is still not exactly great in timing, but something was missing - where it's meant to say "FAIL" it didn't. Instead, it said "PASS".
Result. One more to go ... and free forever.
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