The day I made my way back to school.
It was the day where I had my insomnia, waking up at 3.30am only to find out myself that I’d never resume my sleep later on. I hanged on till 8am, where I had my bath, and waiting the clock to start tickling.
Tick tak, tick tak, tick tak…
The wait seemed like no end, tickling of the clock increased my heartbeat to the max, I was nervous, after all, who doesn’t?
It’s the day of release of SPM result. 12 March 2009.
Strolling through my former high school brought me the sense of nostalgia. My distant memories seemed to make their way back to my mind. I miss high school life. The days where I was once the highest student authoritative figure were long gone…Days where I was once the mischievous student were long gone as well.
Nevertheless, I put on a brave face and walked my way towards the venue where I was due to receive my result. Faces around me were familiar, juniors, friends, teachers. Huffing and puffing through the crowd wasn’t a tough task, as I saw my gang of friends soon after. They looked nervous, same like me, and I was relieved that I wasn’t the only man who felt so in this land.
Soon, the time everyone craved for had arrived. Everyone was rushing into the hall, me being myself, cut the queue and quickly made my way towards the counter. First to get the result. I could virtually feel my brain was churning out more and more hormone to calm myself down.
Nervous, worried, afraid, all the expression were clearly stated on my face. Everyone was focusing their vision on me, the stakes were high, pressure piling up, I felt my hand was as heavy as a huge rock when I was about to receive the slip.
Took it, gave it a glance. The next thing I know I was shouting like a mad cow inside the hall.
To be continued…
