under the stars.

Every so often, a week comes strolling along, a week filled with evaluations, tests, projects and presentations. Everyone encounters them. It's nothing new. As weeks such as this approach, we brace ourselves for the full impact of the heavy duties to come. Thankfully, once over, we are ingratiated with a sensation of proud accomplishment - certainly a cause for celebration.

Unfortunately, after a grueling and mind-grinding week, in the face of a long weekend, there is little to celebrate, really. I had worked hard, and a wave of tests and such had receded.

Semiformal 2008.
Honest to say, I didn't enjoy it that much.

On our way there, I had called my dad, told him it ended at 11.
To my surprise, he cheerfully told me to 'have fun'. It made me feel funny inside, because I knew it must have taken some effort for him to say that, in such dire circumstances. At the same time, I knew that no matter how much fun I really had that night, it would amount to nothing once I got home. This feeling had the better of me the whole night.

On our way back, I had called my dad, told him I was on my way home.
I could sense his frustration, and before he had even said anything, I managed to spurt out a 'Sorry'. But not to my surprise, that could do nothing to appease what I had done. I braced myself.

And now as I write this, a long night of listening to my parents talking to me, I sit here - when I had planned to dance. I can't perform now. And last night wasn't so great. What difference does it make now.