The end of a semester 

The last of his exams barely over, he sat in his chair and gazed at the distant wall. A part of him felt like yelling in joy and relief, while a part of him felt like howling in anger and frustration.

It has been long since the feeling of bliss visited him. Back then, exams were but another doable piece of practice. He’s been brushing his hand through his hair far more lately; an act of stalling for time and pretending to be busy.

The smiles hardly ever appeared anymore. His grim jawline made him appear much older than he actually was. Walking out of the hall wasn’t walking any longer, it was shuffling. Everything he sees is blame. Blame for the lousy teacher. Blame for the lack of practice materials. Blame for the school. Blame for everything but the self.

He got up steadily, deciding that all he needed was a long nap to make him feel better again, and shuffled out of the hall.

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The end of a semester 

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