Is a title required really?

I started out this post all sage, and wise. I had even scrunched up a suitable quote from someone important:

“We take life and ourselves too seriously. We must learn to live and let leave.”

Okay, so I lied. It started out as a quote from somebody famous but in my excitement I forgot who/ what they said exactly and decided to improvise.

I was going to throw in a word or two about the all familiar exam fever: the sweaty palms, the knotted stomach, the restricted heart-beat, the racing eyes. But then I figured that was all old cake– everyone has gone through it.

Maybe I’ll talk about how nerve-racking it is to ride to the 11th floor of a building you almost didn’t find to do a protracted Maths test, and hope to God you’re not too late, I said to myself.

*Stage whisper: we had to punch a code in to use the bathroom. 950. Banange they lied with that geekism! [*shout!]

So how’d the exam go? They asked about Poisson, and my mind blanked. I forgot his blasted theorem, even as they repeatedly asked for it [10 times out of the 30 questions]

Have you been disoriented in an exam before? Have you ever wanted to just tear your hair out? Observe:

Nanti they made me take off my hat.

What I am trying to say via Jinja road-Nakawa-Ntinda instead of the Kamwokya route is that I bummed the test. I’ll have to take it again next year with the rest of my class, like I was originally supposed to.

Right. On to the reason for the first quote. The plan was to say that I had chosen to laugh instead of cry, and then continue to wax poetically about the whale of a time I had with my very awesome Chinese friend this afternoon. Yes, there are bigger, finer things in life than silly failed exams.

And then I opened my school email, on the off-chance that someone had actually emailed me at this seldom used ad and found that I have won a rather substantial amount of money for an essay I put in last semester. Yay! Woohoo! Yippee!

I call my friend to scream my joy, and she goes: “When God closes a door, he always opens a window.”

My response: “Owaye, this window is oba a glass French window! Damn!”

Also me I am quote-worthy, no?