Chapters...

The silent ticking of the second hands from the clock on the wall reverberates around the empty classroom. As heads are bent down in silent contemplation and reverence towards the holy piece of paper in front of us, we count the seconds leading to the minutes as we scribble away the regurgitated information unceremniously cramped into our brains

Where were we several months ago? or several years ago for that matter? I don't know about you, but I remember exactly where I was a year ago.

I was standing at the exact same spot where I was now. A fresh Diploma graduate making a means towards an end standing rigid at the entrance into the hall where students from all over the country were registering themselves to enroll into this internationally acclaimed University.

Most of them for lack of a better option.

This hall was where it really started for some of us, and where it ends for the rest. A means to an end as I like to put it. And my end is already near. The first step into adulthood and a career.

I breathe a sigh of relief as they ask us to stop writing, place our answer sheets to our right and wait. Everything is about waiting in this place. Wait for the examiners to pick up your answers, wait for the lines to subside before you can stand up to leave and wait for your status of student to be wiped away before you can make your mark in life's little nook nestled comfortably between death and the next World Cup.

A career Mack. A career as I would always say. It doesn't mean your an adult after you get a job. No? Then why is it that you feel like one? It's called a heart attack. From too much burgers and fries and not enough excercise. Not to mention being too overworked for your pay grade.

But it's still a life and i'll see it to the end.

Funny. That's what you said when you found out you were accepted into the degree program. A new chapter is all.

Always a new chapter...