it was the last paper of their promotional exams. the students in national junior college's hall broke their tense demeanor which they had maintained for over a week or so as soon as the invigilators announced their dismissal. students leaped into the air in exuberance - some were dancing on the very tables they have used for that week while others chest bumped their friends. however they all had common intention : to leave the school as soon as possible.
over the weeks and months, students toiled through the night with caffeine as their daily companion, passed up on numerous dates, took winks during lessons, all for this very moment. this ephemeral exultance seems to be worth the effort.
as they skipped out of the school in throngs, engaged in their small talk about their plans for later, they saw their very own reflection of what they were months ago. students from Hwa Chong Institution were standing at the bus stop in a dispersed fashion, all buried in their notes and books. on hearing the cacophony form the mob, their brows knitted together in envy, mouths making small movements as if murmuring "how i wish i could be them".
At the sight of this scene, students from national junior college could not bother to give two hoots. after all, they are like birds out of a cage, prisoners out of jail, students out of the exam hall; they going to paint the town red.
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