Hello, Tim!
Another fleeting week had passed, right in front of our eyes. We have sixteen pairs of hands in EHP, all with desperate grips trying to hold back Time, only forlorn and shook that It showed no signs of stopping; one more weekend and we'll have to fight face-on with the monsters in the Colosseum. If you trip, you're most likely going to fall, face-down with a mouthful of dust and given no time to rise to your knees, you'll be mauled by the proverbial beast and it will be GAME OVER. People have been arguing that a single test cannot accurately show your aptitude, and we should all be looking beyond the scores, but for now, in this generation, score still takes up a depressing proportion of one's abilities.
During the little breaks we take between studies, we would talk about what we would like to do after the test. William will be traveling to Korea with his friends, which will be his first time visiting the pop-culture-flourishing country; some would probably just stay at home for the whole day watching drama, trying to make up for the recreation-deprived lives we still are living in. As for me, I have a lot of thoughts flying in my head here and there so none of the plans are definite yet, but one thing can be sure, and that is a lot of walking and trekking around will be involved.
Yesterday the twelfth was Cathy's birthday, and we have agreed to move the celebration until after the GSAT.
It's time for sleep now.
This is all for this week.
Sincerely,
Hugo
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