In At The Deep End (Records)

This blog title isn't really appropriate because I can't swim, not even in the shallow end. But a little bird tells me it's a common figure of speech. Today I had my first two A-Level exams, it was pure torture. I had a case of writer's block towards the end of the English one (typical). I'm just glad I've finally got the ball rolling, but I am more uncertain about my performance with each exam. On the horizon is all those days I'm going to spend doing nothing of consequence except reading and playing Halo 3. It's not all that far away but, as I pointed out today to fellow exam sitter - 3weeks of exams instead of all of them at once is likening a tattoo, to a single virtually painless injection. My mum pointed out that if there is a regime change in Zimbabwe she aims to go back, but seeing the videos of the suffering on the news and the internet, it wasn't something that I found amusing in the slightest. A few days of intense revision and I'll be facing another excruciating session of exams, but for now I can breather a momentary sigh of relief.

Pascal x