.Beautiful Disaster.

I'm suddenly gripped by this nauseating fear
and impending doom that spells
"Honours Year"

Each module intake ranges from 15-23
which practically means everyone's under the radar
Anyone's liable to be particularly vocal,
and everyone expected to be predictably intelligent

Suddenly i'm plagued with the same old feelings
that have beseiged me since the beginning of the year
Am i even good enough to withstand the pressure?
Will i be confident enough to assuage my fears?

Fortunately I'l have old faces to turn to:
Weida, Melvin, GSY, Derek and Nicole Anne.
They'll be a source of comforting presence,
and hopefully the Soci hons room
will reek of familiarity and friendly non-competitiveness

Barely a week left before the onslaught of school stress resumes.

So.dreading.it.