what happens to me during te exams? my black notebook is finally filled to the last page with poem both unfinished and finished, some dark essays which i wud hopefully publish but under a pseudonym cuz if anyone in my family reads them i'll be hustled to the mental hosptal in no time flat (which would be pretty cool, to come to think of it....after all...where do psychologists go every day?)..if i can just take my writing materials with me....i'll have a novel in no time. so there were all these books piled up in their respective subjects on the biggest table in the house....and me in the middle of them....of these bars from which there seemed no respite but insanity.... anyway to make a long sob story short...there only one bar left then my wings would be free to soar to the skies....in TV, internships, sweltering weather, and fighting with cousins....what a romantic life i lead....can't wait