"As the new passion stirring in their veins, When the destroying Dragon wakes from sleep"

This just came to me... I am sitting in the library and I am alone in this particular area bar two year 12s sitting opposite me. A year 13 whom I rarely speak to but who I spent lunch with, along with other people, just walked past and she smiled. Suddenly I got this feeling of us being closer through going through these exams together. The year 12s are not currently doing exams and it just seemed that there was this very strange and weak bond, but a bond none-the-less. And this section of a War poem just popped into my head, and though clearly it is very exaggerated when thinking of the situation of the exams and therefore it is very difficult to link the two things, I still feel the need to put it in here:

"There is not anything more wonderful than a great people moving towards the deep of an unguessed and unfeared future"

I will only briefly talk of the exams. I have 3 left now, which feels rather nice. But I will be so much happier when this afternoon is over and I can say goodbye to Psychology A level exams. They are simply horrible and very gut-wrenching... I must say, tis not a desirable feeling!

Tomorrow I shall be horse-riding at 8 o clock and I have decided that I want a regular private lesson rather than a jumping one, just to re-confirm my flat work and to go back over a couple of things that I have discovered more obviously to be slight problems through jumping. So I am hoping it shall be helpful, especially if I ask her if we can focus on my canter-work because I think I need it and it will certainly put me in better stead for jumping. I think I have Oliver tomorrow aswell, so I am very much hoping that he is planning on being well behaved.

I am trying to consolidate Psychology in my head and once again it has got to the point where I just want to go into that exam right now and get it all down on paper before my brain starts filtering it out through an awake version of Reverse Learning! (Thank you Crick and Mitchison... may you be content that you have polluted my mind with 'theories of dreams') ¬¬


Oh dear