Even Don Juan in Hell is the middle section of Bernard Shaw's play. This will annoyingly be the same.
Exams were over ... yesterday.
Before - Numerical oriented and no chemistry. I will do well.
After - While nothing went wrong, nothing was too great. With no major regrets, its time to move on, to more meaningful things. Yeah right.
But what annoys me is that I am becoming bitter about myself as well. I am not being myself. There was a time when a fictitious personal superman was what I strove to be, but its time to let go and be myself.
After all, its man who always wins. Ask GB Shaw.