I Have Something to Say
Back in the day...
On the battlefield, the soldier readies his spear, his targets laid out in front of him. Charging in the face of death, he sprints - tip of the spear painting the field red as he goes through his targets one by one. This soldier - now proclaimed hero - exits the field, showered with medals and honours from all over the country.
Now...
In the exam room, I - the student - readies me pencil, me questions laid out in front of me. Scribbling in the face of failure, I write - tip of me pencil painting the paper grey as I go through me questions one by one. This student - now proclaimed graduate - exits the room, given a pretty piece of paper and a degree from some random individual.
On the battlefield, the soldier readies his spear, his targets laid out in front of him. Charging in the face of death, he sprints - tip of the spear painting the field red as he goes through his targets one by one. This soldier - now proclaimed hero - exits the field, showered with medals and honours from all over the country.
Now...
In the exam room, I - the student - readies me pencil, me questions laid out in front of me. Scribbling in the face of failure, I write - tip of me pencil painting the paper grey as I go through me questions one by one. This student - now proclaimed graduate - exits the room, given a pretty piece of paper and a degree from some random individual.
