Bloodbath

It is very common nowadays to see students complaining how much homework and revision they need to do nowadays. Especially when it comes to Social Studies. Spending time revising for a propaganda-based subject is like dying the shiny blade of a knife with crimson blood. Memorizing chunks of words is like knocking one's thick skull forcefully with an iron hammer.Even now, the thought of slacking is really mesmerizing. If I were to procrastinate like how everyone else always do, then Ms Yong will truly be upset. If I were to work my way beyond fatigue, is it not true that my mind will tick away like a soft time bomb? Even as I type all these down, the thought recurs within my mind. The thought of a Social Studies test tomorrow. Enough to put me into a deep sleep. What if I had slept in earlier? Would my wounds heal? Or would my wounds continue its free flow of blood? Perhaps I would wake up refreshed. Maybe tomorrow I will find myself in a bloodbath.

Would everything ever go back to how they were before? Change really is by far the most cruel factor in my life. I could remember way back in Primary School, where Social Studies was just like a game for us. We only had to pen down some of our own opinions to whether the things some random fella did was right or wrong. Unlike how it was like today; Essays... Essays... More essays. If it were money, I bet the entire world would never have mentioned the word "crisis". "Economic" would never have came before "crisis". This is different. I could just chant two words to tell everyone how I feel about Social Studies: "Social Crisis".

I do hope my aspirations to enter the Mass Comm course in Polytechnic isn't a far cry at all. I mean... I have certain interest, but uncertain prerequisite for my own aspirations. Knowing Social Studies is by far my weakest subject, my mind is in a whirl of worry.

I feel dizzy...