.1 Ya Bass!

I had one of those mornings this morning, where you wake up half an hour before your meant to, and feel a sense of dread as you curse time, as every second mercilessly slips through your fingers. Typically, most male teenagers feel this emotion every Monday as they dread the episode of Glee which their cursed family will no doubt make them watch once again. However, for me this emotion was triggered by the prospect of two Higher exams which I would have to sit today.
It's not just the actual exam paper which I hate though. I hate the whole process of having to sit in order in a massive hall whilst a bunch of people whom we call 'invigilators', stroll up and down the aisles of the hall, looking at us with a gleam in there eyes which would suggest that they have a thirst for teenage blood. You sit down at your assigned table and attempt to write your name on the paper, only for your table to almost collapse under the weight of your pen. Then to make matters worse, the 'invigilators' run towards you in a manner which would suggest that fixing this table is a matter of life and death, as they desperately stuff paper towels under the legs of the table, as if the towels someone have some magical property which will give it the strength to fight off the evil, crushing power of our pens.
Today as I was given the go ahead to open my paper, which I did in a manic fashion as I realised that every second counts, I realised in horror that I was in many ways snookered, as there were no questions in the paper which I had been hoping for. I wasn't in a dark mood about it however, as someone extremely forththinking and considerate had obviously sat there exam previous to me, and had finished, so confident with getting 100% that they had time to leave a message, for people like me to read. "RIVRSIDE MTHRFKER!" I read. Why? Why would you write that on a table? Just above that someone else had wrote "T.Y.T .1 Ya Bass! 2KAII9!" The first thought to enter my head besides the fact that the capital letters and exclamation marks were unnecessary, was why someone whom I've never met in my life before was calling me a "Bass". ".1"? Of what? Being presumably a group of young toerags with no prospects for the future? Well done lads. Keep it up.

If I'm being completely honest, I think exams are just a way of finding out who can be arsed and who can't. For those chavs who didn't actually manage to find there way to the Standard Grade exams last year. Your just naturally idiotic.

Tom
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