The wind swirled around him, turning him left, right, in every direction. Turning him in directions he didn't even know existed. The howling grew louder. Louder. And still louder.
Then, suddenly, inexplicably, it stopped. And yet, he could not escape. For there he was, stuck in a vortex. A vortex of pure terror and fear. For which man can carry the burden of...
5 billion assessments in one week?! Muahahahahahahhaha.
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The events that occur in the story above reflect my life quite nicely at the moment (I wonder why). I, like the protagonist, have been, yet again, blasted by gale force winds at Monash, and for a change, elsewhere as well.
Also, I have about 5 billion assessments due in the next week.
And I am confused. By many things. Just like the protagonist in the story.
Unlike him, however, I got eaten, chewed up, digested and spewed up by the French test today. Absolutely screwed over. Should probably study next time/learn stuff.
Word of the Day: Vortex
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