I hate school at this time of the year.

School was unimaginably boring, period. I figure that’s all you’ve got to know, since in reading that reasonable statement of mine, you’d immediately be able to make a mental image of what is on my mind. Pressure and sheer hassles enveloped our blazing day; the mere possibility that you might not take the future examination should you let your ennui overpower you was disturbing in itself. Fighting something that you cannot see is way harder than one can possibly think. Do you get that irking sensation when humidity combined with chaos strike at the same time? That tiresome activity of fanning yourself with a useless piece of paper to relieve the heat until your arms became sore, only to aggravate your annoyance? It’s futile, and that’s what’s making everything worse.

Done ranting.

I thus conclude: heat plus pressure (Uh, no, I’m not talking about a protolith being transformed into a metamorphic rock…) equals pure irritation.