He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Another announcement from Oxford.
Today Jasmine told us that one of our schoolmates applied to Oxford. Well, She is famously brilliant at our school anyway. And what's more, the competitiveness stress, which is not tangible are shrouding upon everyone, after listening to this news. Actually that is what just annually happen, in this time, A2 Students get offers from universities, I have heard too many schoolmates getting offers from top five (UCL, Cambridge, KCL.. ), and swaggering in front of us. The class air was tense and dense enough already, well, everyone is trying their best to hide, I think, their desperate desire to get into Cambridge or Oxford. But the point is, this news, make us seem more sullen and stressed. I am still in very well control I believe. Today I have done three essays and analysis in my English Literature, now I am going to compete my fourth which should be handed it in next week. I chose to make good use of every precious second to make progress. I am calm as usual, but never confident, after writing this dairy in a minute, I shall fling myself back to books and mountain of reading and revising. I dreamt of often (Not very dare to dream though), my parents will be proud of me, when I told them I get the offer from Cambridge PPS. Then the insult and despise from my parents's friends will crumbling into pieces and no one will remember that no more. I am never confident, god bless me, even if I don't really believe your existence, wish me luck.
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