A post script to my last post
It appears that yesterday my life followed the suitably dramatic path of the dramatic person...
During the Reading of the HSC Exam Terms and Conditions, in the event of the "Illness and Misadventure Section" I felt that my nose was suitably runny enough to be wiped repeatedly with a tissue which I had smuggled in against Board of Studies Policy.
(It may be important to note here that the night before our exam yesterday, I had a nightmare in which I was scrawling furiously about Coleridge and the like, and looked down at my paper which was being dripped and splattered with blood that was gushing from my nose.)
That being said, at the conclusion of the Illness and Misadventures rap I deigned to peer down at said tissue which appeared to be covered in blood. I spent the rest of the exam trying to write whilst holding a tissue to my accursed nose.
So now it seems that, in the event of my HSC plans failing, plan G of my back up plans will be to become a psychic, specialising in the area of nosebleeds and HSC Illness and Misadventures.
During the Reading of the HSC Exam Terms and Conditions, in the event of the "Illness and Misadventure Section" I felt that my nose was suitably runny enough to be wiped repeatedly with a tissue which I had smuggled in against Board of Studies Policy.
(It may be important to note here that the night before our exam yesterday, I had a nightmare in which I was scrawling furiously about Coleridge and the like, and looked down at my paper which was being dripped and splattered with blood that was gushing from my nose.)
That being said, at the conclusion of the Illness and Misadventures rap I deigned to peer down at said tissue which appeared to be covered in blood. I spent the rest of the exam trying to write whilst holding a tissue to my accursed nose.
So now it seems that, in the event of my HSC plans failing, plan G of my back up plans will be to become a psychic, specialising in the area of nosebleeds and HSC Illness and Misadventures.