Metaphorically Mixed.

It’s the first day of a brand new term, but if you listen closely you can still hear the faint whoosh of half a year vanishing into the distance and the faint smudge of its quickly disappearing trail.

It really is like a tiger; you can sense its presence, perhaps out of the corners of your eyes, but never actually seeing it. Then, after an eternity of stalking, it pounces, from nowhere, and its over in a flash. It creeps up on you like a glacier; seemingly stationary, until the day you open the front door to a wall of ice.

And thus goes the end of a half-year and the beginning of another one. Common Tests are over, the scripts marked and returning. We have been weighed on the scales, and some have been found more wanting than others.

Or rather, we’ve dipped our toes in the sea and found it too chilly for our liking, but we know we’ll be swimming in it come October. In other words, it doesn’t really matter yet, but you sure as hell be ready when you’re going in headfirst.

~insert abrupt ending~
…because it’s late and I’m being hectored to sleep because we all know the youth of today surely need more than six hours of sleep a night to maintain their mental, physical, and emotional well-being. or for meaningful function of any sort at that. Just look around you for examples of the terrible fate that befalls massive sleep debtors.

In summary, CTs: yeah, sure, whatever. AAAAA—> be pleased; ACBSD—-> be slightly displeased


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