I have all the symptoms. Sweaty palms, bad mood and a far away terrified countenance of total anxiety. My face seems permanently distorted into a frown. My ever shaky fingers scattering over my keyboard, eyes anxiously searching for clues about the exam as if the lecturers would post them online for us too read.
And its not just me. My young Matthew is seemly getting more and more lethargic as the exam days approach. His insolence unjustified in the light of my nervousness. Only Nicholas seems uncaring and unperturbed as he sits on my lap eating whatever is in sight. Chomping away as if he has never eaten. Of course the irony of it all is that Nicholas, my little sausage, achieved the highest marks which will very definitely be repeated.
In just over two weeks this too will pass. I look forward to leaving this desert of summer rainfall. Every day the rain comes, as if mocking the dry infertile sand. The rain forms huge swollen rivers that form the breeding grounds of those irritating buzzers that bite one in the night. Masses of water everywhere. Whoever said that wadis were dry river beds? Abundance is not in the sunshine this summer, but in the thick heavy dark grey clouds that expel their energy in short quick busts of light and low afternoon rumbles.
Yes, I even find the weather irritating. However, the cradle of humankind beckons us. Excitement creeping up on us, fully testing our ability to concentrate on the matter at hand. This brings to mind this mindless paragraph, procrastination to its fullest extent, by virtue of a wonky, slightly skewed suggestion that perhaps it is time to call today final. After all, my brains feel like fried bananas. Frazzled from the most boring book on Gods good earth. Too much thinking makes it go soft. I bid you all a good night sleep. I will kiss my boys with all your love.
And its not just me. My young Matthew is seemly getting more and more lethargic as the exam days approach. His insolence unjustified in the light of my nervousness. Only Nicholas seems uncaring and unperturbed as he sits on my lap eating whatever is in sight. Chomping away as if he has never eaten. Of course the irony of it all is that Nicholas, my little sausage, achieved the highest marks which will very definitely be repeated.
In just over two weeks this too will pass. I look forward to leaving this desert of summer rainfall. Every day the rain comes, as if mocking the dry infertile sand. The rain forms huge swollen rivers that form the breeding grounds of those irritating buzzers that bite one in the night. Masses of water everywhere. Whoever said that wadis were dry river beds? Abundance is not in the sunshine this summer, but in the thick heavy dark grey clouds that expel their energy in short quick busts of light and low afternoon rumbles.
Yes, I even find the weather irritating. However, the cradle of humankind beckons us. Excitement creeping up on us, fully testing our ability to concentrate on the matter at hand. This brings to mind this mindless paragraph, procrastination to its fullest extent, by virtue of a wonky, slightly skewed suggestion that perhaps it is time to call today final. After all, my brains feel like fried bananas. Frazzled from the most boring book on Gods good earth. Too much thinking makes it go soft. I bid you all a good night sleep. I will kiss my boys with all your love.
