The End Has No End

Sorry to keep you guys waiting but this messrs just has to much

in his hands. Been extremely busy this week; with football

activities, studying, thinking of studying and procastinating.

All I can say is academic-wise not much has been completed.

The end of the term break looms near as the start of the

much dreaded Bloc Test beckons.

I ain't ready man, and the consequences of screwing up the

tests are harsh man.

(A) If you fail to pass (heh) 2 A level subjects, the Meet the Parents

session awaits you. Heaven knows what the teachers have con-

cocted to con our parents to think that we are evil students

intent on wreaking havoc in school by not submitting

assignments, coming in late, talking back to the teachers,

being a smart alec, not wearing the collarpin and not looking

nerdy enough for the school's contentment.

(B) Banned from the soccer team.

As you would know, the latter figures more prominently in my

mind, at the moment.

You just can't cut off passion, cher.

This weekend brings about endless possibilities and quite

frighteningly, the end of the term break.

As one end ends, another start starts.

This revolves quite mechanically and seems to me The End

truly, Has No End.