Exam over, steel clamp around my heart loosening
slowly, had to bind steel tightly around fearing loss
of motivation would kill my dedication, feared less
anxiety about outcomes, feared the ability to learn
was gone - that without rock-hard concentration I
would be unable to open a book, scared of proving
I am not able to retain what we learned in class,
scared myself into trying hard but I did not work
hard enough to achieve the highest mark, yet the
questions were fun, it was a privilege to follow the
course and I loved writing a blogspot note giving
my opinion on a movie - I chose ‘The King and I'
Which showed a woman empowered through
education and privilege in contrast with the life
of Edith Piaf - so tragic and sad, though she was
a celebrated artist - tonight is wonderful, fun
shows on TV - I am me - after having been
someone else, it is so nice to be myself…
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