"How well did I prepare?" I ask myself. Not adequately enough. Strike that, just a few hours of studying. Certainly, that is not enough. But even under the circumstance that I were given more time, would I have made use of it? Probably not -- and that is at my expense. Oh dear, the effrontery I have to do such a thing.
Ephemeral. This is just a fleeting moment and it will pass like every other. However, anticipation is pushing me to the edge. Conflict, conflict, conflict. I can't even begin to explain the different surges of emotion I'm feeling right now. I want to please my parents and have them, for once, give plaudits of my accomplishment. With the added guilt that I did not prepare as well I should have, I feel simply reprehensible.
I'm heading off to bed soon after I play a round of Tetris or Soul Calibur II or something. Building Tetrises or punching virtual people in the head seems like a good way to alleviate stress to me.
