"Graveling"...

...curiously enough, is the word that pops up fairly often somewhere in my head. ‘Tis the season for exams. Teez, tireless and whipsmart, feels defeated. Not so chippy. Not so sunny. And everybody else seems to be doing so well. You know how that is. You get by feeling, well… hoping that the scoring will be as unpredictable as it always is, or that I unconsciously wrote something amazingly brilliant and original out of sheer creativity, triggered by the desperate necessity of the situation. Highly unlikely, but you know how that is. And at night, in the ungodly hours of night I would fall asleep and wake, fall asleep and wake, sleeping guiltily, and waking sleepily... an assortment of haphazard books about me unmemorized. And last night when I slept (guiltily), I had the most beautiful dream. Never before. Amazing. And no, it wasn’t sexual. *so there*. I can’t help but wonder whether dreams really mean anything. *sigh*. Woke up, grudgingly, sleepily, with a most unpleasant shock, that ‘tis yet morning again, that the dream was just... a dream, and that the book remained sadly unmemorized.
So I gravelled through the day.
Oh, help.