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October 31, 2002 not the best day... not by far. it all started around half eight in the morning... a tired ang got out of bed fifteen minutes after his parents had left, already knowing that he was over 15 minutes late. getting the bus to school is the normal thing for ang to do of a college morning, but a brief pit-stop to the newsagents to buy a stamp was in order. finally getting off the bus, and making his way to college, he bumped into a friend, who walked right past him, fwee.. great day already, by the looks of it I think. getting into class, it turns out the teacher was going to be late, so we all settled down and maturly finalised our chosen courses for University. the teacher came in and we had an early lunch, at half ten in the morning. back to work it was though, as i re-wrote my personal statement.. already feeling stressed about the fact that one day, today, is the turning point in all of our lives... oh, and the fact it was now half one and had to fill in the UCAS form properly, and print off my personal statement. suddenly, a headache started to manifest itself... a pretty bad one at that. taking a break for a smoke only made matters worse, so off the college shop it was to buy some paracetomol(sp) and a bottle of water, and a quick nap, which didn't pause time and make me finish my work as i hoped. two 'o' clock... three o'clock and finally a personal statement done... now for the form I think. two mistakes are made, only minor, but enough to make me repeatedly say i want to hang myself... then a biiigggg mistake, off to bill's office for another form. alas, the classmate who was walking home with me had finished, and had taken off home leaving me, the sole remainder to deal with the form... and the tutor. finally! form completed! the best part of the day! getting outside I light up a cig and take the biggest pull on it ever known to my lungs, and breathe an even bigger sigh of relief. walking outside with a cig in one hand, and a folder in the other isn't hard, but when you want to pick up a phone and call a mate, it gets harder. leaving the cig in my mouth, i reach for my cell-phone, and call. carefully placing the folder under my arm, i am able to smoke and call at the same time... marvellous! unfortuantly, the cig snapped, and all was lost... |
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