One of the worst feelings in the world: waiting to get back assignments you have a feeling you screwed up.

The agony that I feel from the time the teacher announces the stuff is ready for collection to the moment I scurry out of the History Department with paper in hand to read it in private along the stairway down to the canteen has no bounds. Ask Bryan. I could send like a dozen smses and fb messages and other annoying rubbishy things like that.

Rah. I want to be in love with a foreign city, alone in it where no one knows my name. (Oh grah, here, the profs nod kindly at me in the hallways. The unspoken concern, the echo of expectation.)