'Life'? Yeah, right.

I guess that, off late, I've been omitting every detail of my all-of-a-sudden terrible, not-the-least-bit fun, so called 'life'.

Well. Twelfth, the most overrated year ever, has come to an official start (*weeps like she's never wept before*), and all of us are at our wits' end, studying for this exam and that test. Yes, life has taken a plunge into what is normally called chaos. Every 12th grader's life has become even crazier than their heads, with twenty or so lovely guides engulfing them day in and day out. Not a pretty sight, no sir.

Proof : I am half asleep right now, with a jumble of Physics formulae in my head and NOTHING on my paper today, mind you.

Things are going well indeed.

Oh, yes, and not to mention, it's the final year of schooling, and we are deprived of even a single second to sit back and think about every nostalgic memory that plagues us and makes us want to take a trip to the past. So.

On the bright side, there's always the immense amount of pampering you receive at home. Food, when you want it, if you want it (*sigh*), as THEY think you're always studying (THEY don't know anything, do they?). Chocolate, at your service, no lectures about losing weight, as every free second must be spent with your temporary love interest - Pradeep's FundaMental Physics (the seventeenth, extensively revised edition).

And, when it's not that, when you actually sit down for a breath or two, hoping upon hope that the hostile situations you face can soon be banished away, the clock strikes, and it's time for your Nth tuition class this week.

And they say miracles happen.