the clock's ticking

from the maestro, himself (so he is known as)

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It's the second day of school - a Tuesday. I believe the restlessness that I felt before actually going to school, is slowly wearing off. Now, that I've been noted that the exams will be postponed to the 9th of November, I don't feel so rushed. I admit, I'm kinda enjoying the little pastries, cookies I've been given for tasting and indulging which were most probably left-overs after holding open-houses, and in return, they expect mere feedbacks. I've been sneakily popping cookies into my mouth when the teachers have been busy teaching in front, let alone seem oblivious of the students whom are seated behind - that's when the doors of mischief opens.

Ever since school re-opened, I've been a little hardworking than usual. Which is, kinda weird to whom I've told this to. Just yesterday, I read a chapter of 3 subjects - History, Science and Economics. On top of that, I even made an attempt on finishing my additional maths homework. Those whom know we well enough, would know this is very unusual. It's normal if I lay supine on my bed, with my current read in hand when I'd be in my own fantasy world, allowing the words I read process into the recesses of my brain which then, would be lead by my imagination - otherwise known as my sweet escape.

Since I'm too, sneaking to go online tonight, I'd better get off the computer before I get caught. I'm suppose to be studying, remember?