Monday, May 11, 2009, 1:22 PM
For him, death was a vocation. killing was not merely an act, nor a means to an end. It certainly was not an impulse of the moment or a path to gain and glory.
Death was, in and of itself, the all.
He is a maestro in the art of death. The keeper of time. The bringer of destiny.
What does he kill, you ask.
He kills everything humans live for - happiness and fun.
Who is he? Sweeney Todd.
just kidding.
Its the guy whos in-charge of every single detail, minute or gargantuan, regarding GCSE O and A levels.
He wrecks havoc in the lives of teenagers and young adults, filling their minds up with unnecessary details about chemistry, pointless mathematical calculations and irrelevant notions.
He injects stress into the scripts, the mere mentioning of his name sends shivers down the spine of thousands. His name? Lord Voldemort.
kidding, again. if you cant take it anymore, i suggest you jump off the window now and spare yourself the agony of sitting through the next few exam papers.
this week is gonna be so extreme. tougher papers over the next 2 days, then 5 exciting days away from school. lets hope the next 2 days pass quickly without much trouble.
many thanks to Nora Roberts for the wonderful english help.
