A mere plague of finite chaos stood between us as he tried to harangue me. I was terribly filled with great anger and an overwhelming desire to punch him in the face, ‘You are coming back next year’, I ignored him and went over my script again. This time he was pacing up and down like a traveler marooned in the desert lost forever. I ran out of calculation sheets and I was obliged faute de mieux to use my question paper as rough sheet.
Far from being flustered by the minor setback I tried again, the chances seemed bright but death knell sounded on my victory song when our lecturer sauntered into the hall and announced that the answer to the compulsory question must be ±0.5. Scoring less than 40% in this examination will thwart me from graduating. Why is this happening to me? I went on outpouring my grievances on the irksome being who can only look on but cannot help my pitiable predicament. His countenance, like that of the devil concealed in the body of the serpent that tempted Eve into committing sin. He was merely smiling a thin it-will-soon-jolt-you-smile.
Tears welled up in my eyes as the invigilator announced 15 more minutes. With my dim greyed eyes quivering, I stare at my script and with a faint faltering voice I prayed. ‘Help my situation oh Lord’. The insertion of this single clause became the proverbial finger that touched me. Like a fish doped out of deep, I became rekindled. Almighty formula was the correct method to use. It worked perfectly and I became so happy, my heart as light as the kiss of an angel on the cheek of a saintly soul. I lifted up my face, he has vanished. He was only a representation in human form of discouragement. In the straight contest between ‘Purpose and Hindrance’, I have won.
I submitted and joined the league of friends basking in the euphoria of happiness recorded by the successful outcome of our final paper.
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