"Coming down, the world turned over..."

[raven]

I did the exam. I didn't freak out or walk out, which are both good things in some ways and bad things in others. I did the exam, front to back, and answered all the questions, and wrote my name, candidate number and centre number on the front (I am just a number) and that was that.

I guess in a way it was a spiritual, life-affirming experience. Just not in any way I can think of. It was swelteringly hot, and we started late, and while I did know most things, except the fish and the kidneys, I made some stupid mistakes. For example, "instead of methane, lactic acid is produced in humane muscle" which I caught, and there must be more howlers which I didn't catch.

I went home in a dream, as I usually do after exams, and on the train started reading On the Road by Jack Kerouac, as I've never read it, and predictably it's making me feel even more restless. I think I may write something to explain my long held desire to get up and go; I've thought about it for a while but it's not something I can easily put in words. I'll think it about it some more before putting pen to paper.

In the meantime - if you want me, I'm not here. I'm somewhere far away, eating an apple and sunning myself.

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happiestsadist is my friend Becca. I told her to friend you because you're cool. ;)