By-Two Kaapi in an oilfield

Today morning, I come out of my class, after writing a couple of quizzes (which for a change, I cracked!), and I see a whole bunch of first-yearites coming out of classrooms - just after finishing a Chemistry test. I spoke to one of them - it seemed as though he had tears in his eyes - who said that it went really bad.

My mind instantly ran back a couple of years. As a first yearite dying for a transfer, I could see myself in him. A test went slightly bad - and there I would have been sulking away till a week. It was plainly the agony of anticipated defeat.

Now, the fire is gone, the hunger is gone, and so is the agony.