Another angst-filled account of how painful mugging is to the developing,fun-seeking mind...Just planting your sore bottom on a rock-hard chair for what seemed like dreary hours and doing nothing but focusing your poor information-saturated brain on trying to accumulate even more information,most of which seems contradictory(hint hint...irony somehow just seems to spell: GEOGRAPHY) thus screwing your brain cells even more. At the end of the mental workout,more complex than any cross-training,you just crumble to the floor with a searing headache so stabbing you wish you didn't had a head. Bleahs...bad analogy...but you get the drift.
It's gonna be over soon...just hang in there for a while more!!! That's what I always tell myself when the spidery econs graphs seem to crawl over the paper and even up my pencils onto me,or when the rivers start gushing and the watery 'shush shush' sounds get stuck in my head,or when the concentric circles start spiralling down down into an empty chasm-my brain,that is,or when Pip suddenly jumps out from the pages of my yellowing text,despite his scarily rotund figure,and guffaws threateningly,"If I can't achieve my Great Expectations,neither can you!!" Oh man...I think I'm becoming increasingly schizophrenic...I'm serious.
What?! I am?
Of course...I display all the symptoms,don't I?
You gotta be kidding...what's the symptoms?
Hearing voices in the head,imagining impossible things etc. Yeah.
Oh shit...
