บท 101: Chapter Ninety-Nine: End of Exams

There is a queer sense of solace that becalms me the moment I put my pen down. I can't quite put my finger on it, but something about having finished writing my last exam paper as a high school student is making my shoulders sag with relief. It is not over until the results come out, but damn does it feel good to walk out of the auditorium knowing I never have to come back here again.

I am almost giddy with childlike joy as I walk out of the school gates, turning my back on the buildings that have shaped me for the past five years. High school was a blast for me, at least up until recently, and I am more than ready to put it behind me. The snickers and side eyes I have been abundantly blessed with from my peers are not phasing me like they used to. I just don't care anymore.