The next few days saw me really busy, too busy that I forgot I even had a girlfriend. All the lecturers, without fail, decided to give impromptu tests. After two of them came in and said we should clear our tables of our handouts and text books and tear out sheets of paper for a test, I knew the rest would do the same, so I secluded myself in the library and read like it was my last day on earth.
I didn’t want to have any carryovers, because I heard once one started with them, you were hard pressed not to continue that way. I needed my result to be stellar.
After seven impromptu tests, the sneaky lecturers announced the results would be used as our continuous assessment. It wasn’t until after a week of reading and back-to-back impromptu tests, I remembered Darren.
Normally, I would ha
