I gripped my purple pilot shaker mechanical pencil hard. It was so hard to concentrate on what lay in front of me, my literature notes on poetry. I must say poetry was something that always appealed to me. I loved the style of expressing one's feeling through poetry. Sometimes even sad feelings can be so passionately read that it moves the readers mind and touches their heart. Off course it is still based on how the reader interprets it.
This was different though. This was not reading the poem or interpreting it, this was reading a guideline on how to interpret a poem using the right words, style and structure. It was basically what we are required to do at A-levels.
I felt the head ache taking over my body. I just could not get the reason of which we had to learn these terms. I felt my head start to spin, and the veins start to throb, and my vision blurry. What was happening to me? I closed my eyes, and just wished that the unseen poetry test we had tomorrow would be cancelled. After a brief pause, I opened my eyes, looked at the sheet of paper that lay just before me. I could not go through the reading. I had to close it. It just was not my day to read notes. I felt pain in me, as if I could not understand why I would have to go through this mental block since I do love poetry. I wished there would be no writing tomorrow, I wished hard, and fell asleep.
The next morning I rush to class, already 10 minutes late. As I arrive at college, I see a friend standing there looking dumb. Obviously wishing he had more sleep. As he looks at me, he says," class is cancelled!" I stood there at that moment wondering to myself if I was responsible for that. Wow! Did my wish really come-true? Was class cancelled because I wished that it would?
Sometimes wishing hard can change things the way you want it to, but then again there must be someone kind enough to grant these wishes true. Maybe it is just I. Maybe its just coincidence or maybe I have some kind of power, a power to conquer, and to change...