After two weeks of extreme madness, we, the victims of our country's system of meritocracy are finally able to seek some solace and a much-deserved breather in wk9.

Say to say, none of the midterm exams have gone well. And this has got nothing to do with personal expectations. Shit is just shit. It is shit not because you expect it to be less shitty, but by virtue of its very nature is what makes shit shit.

The last minute mugging for monetary was nothing short of disastrous. it comprised of sitting down for 7 hours straight (from 3pm to 10pm, save for the 20mins break taken in between for meals) just writing equations after equations, and drawing graphs after graphs. i was completely stretched by 9pm, and although the budget constraints were blatantly staring at me right in the face, i just couldnt figure how to put them together.

Worst, none of these efforts seem to pay off simply because the prof tweaked the problems in a way most unexpected by mediocre students like us. As it turns out, the easiest way to 'kill' the students in an exam is ironically, to introduce a mysterious plague that wipes out half the current young and old in the population, and have us analyse what is the resulting effects on the monetary system. Now, who would have thought of that?

And indeed, Ms Scarlett has most regrettably been killed by such a plague.

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