Earlier today, I received a mysterious sms from my friend the Phd student:
"Come to the lab! Your results for the talk are here on your desk!"
My heart started pounding. Slowly, I got dressed, picked up my bag and keys, locked the house and made my way towards the bus stop. I sat on the bus mulling over the possibilities; What would I do if I'd failed? Could I still get an overall H1? What do they call those tasty berries that grow on trees?
Finally, I arrived at my building. I crept in through the side door, and slinked up the fire stairs. Warily, I peered around corners to make sure no one I knew was around. The coast was clear! A quick sprint to my cubicle, and there it was; a large sealed envelope.
"Open it!" Urged my friend. I stared at it; this insignificant little envelope held the key to my cosmos. I heaved a sigh, folded the envelope up and shoved it into my bag.
"There's no point" I muttered, and left the lab. My heart was heavy and my mind was spinning. There was only one thing left to do. Retail therapy.
As I wandered the golden walkways of Chadstone, I soon forgot the trials and tribulations of honours. Several hours, dollars and shopping bags later, I was elbow deep amongst the robert robert shoes at myer when B found me.
"So? What mark did you get?"
"I don't know" I replied, as reality began to sink back in. "And I don't really want to know either".
"Pfft, let me see. I won't tell you" he said, and reached for the envelope. As he ripped it apart, and stared at it wordlessly, I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed the sheet from him, and stared at my mark.
An H1.
4 years ago
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