I Study to Fight Another Day

Every issue was in absolute silence. thither was the uncanny aura somehow pre-empting a undisturbed calmness before the devastating storm. The hold seemed canless.My fingers started fid purporting mavin an separate. My eyes kept walk from peerless inch of the corner to the other corner. exclusively somehow, I could non even out recognize what I was looking at or where. My mind started swimming in an endless array of uneasiness. It was already astir(predicate)(predicate) to commence. This contend was inevitable, I told myself. Then, suddenly, a worn down noise began to unfold louder and louder. The bell had rung. The war for survival was at hand and the field of force was my school.In front of me was the school building. However, it looked and matt-up more standardized a concentration bivouac ready to eat me alive. I took a deep breath and placed one foot in front of the other. This was it.There was no turning back. As I passed the bulky brown doors, I knew this was the point of no return. I saw the other students, my comrades, move along the corridors. I saw the emotions on their faces. I did not need them to secern me how they felt. I was scared too.The eerie h every(prenominal)ways took drawn-out to walk through. I was not expecting this. As I continued to trudge, I imagined myself in cuffs and chains like a deathrow inmate. It felt as if I was being beckoned towards the voltaic chair. I was suddenly pulled away from my thoughts when I felt a slight feel from the side.More and more soldiers like me were drowning the h each(prenominal)ways. The place was line of descent to get cramped. Amidst all told the confusion, I spotty a familiar face at 10 oclock about twenty paces away.My heart started to race faster. It was him, my one true hearts desire. I panicked as I got intended of how I messed up I looked. He was about to turn his face towards me. I saw the ladies bathroom to my left(a) and bucket along inside like my life depended on it. I was lucky. I dodged a smuggled bullet.Inside the ladies bathroom, I fixed myself and vest on my battlegear. The colour of my lips was just reform. My hair was stylishly groomed. And my knead up was flawless. I was ready. I checked my supplies. My books, notebooks, lap top, pens, pencils, cell phone, make up, hair brush, nail filer, and lipstick were all thither. Everything was accounted for.I ran across the hallway and into the classroom. The others are all positioned. I sat behind view that it would be safer. But I was wrong. A middle-aged man entered the room like at typhoon ravaging anything in its path. His phonation resonated throughout the room.As his mouth opened, I however understood two words, surprise quiz. I somehow knew it. This was an ambush and we fell right through it. There was nothing left to do barely labor. But undersize did they know that I actually came prepared. I valiantly used my pen against all questions. As the saying goes, the pen was mi ghtier than the sword.My platoon uphold a lot of casualties that day barely I survived. I did not get a medal of valour but an 87% was good enough for me.The liberalisation of the year seemed as if it was all put together into one big beating. There were a lot of small skirmishes as my professors bombed my class with quizzes every now and then. But I managed to overcome them despite endlessly being caught in the line of tone-beginning from one class to the other. As the end draws to a close, the tension was getting stronger and the line was turning chaotic.Everyone, students and professors alike, were preparing for the culminating event, the world war the finals. The high-and-mighty war happened without people being aware(predicate) that it had already ended.No one knew the outcome. Not until a few weeks or a months time. But one thing was certain, everyone was happy that it was over. I was relieved to run across that I was still standing. I knew there were still more batt les to come.But as for now, I was happy to know that after the eternal and gruelling days and nights, it was time for me to go home. I realized that I did not only study to fight for other day, but I actually lived to fight another day.