Recharge

Here comes Christmas.

Enchanting fairy lights blinking around a towering pine tree. Hanging baubles, red and silver, reflecting the magics of a joy filled world. A glimmering star atop the tree, shining as bright as the constellations in the night sky. Gift-wrapped presents hidden inside stockings by a hearty fireplace. The smells of gravy and roast vegetables dancing over a dinner table and through the kitchen. The sounds of carols, the blessed songs that heal the soul.

But first come final exams.

The poetic justices of Shakespeare’s words, weaving culture through the threads of time. The rules and theories of Newton and his laws seeding the fertile young mind. The flags of Napoleon soaring through the gears of history into tomorrow's exam. The equations of Pythagoras and quadratics rearranging their numbers and letters to form cohesive formulas across the fine lines on paper.

“One more hour… One more page... One more question... Failing is not an option…”