Senses of the National Olympiad

                                 Senses of the National Olympiad 

 

When I think of the National Olympiad

I see difficult readings and a dark future

I hear the sound of CPE tests

I smell sweat when writing essays

I taste the bitterness of foreseeable failures

I feel depressed and despondent and impotent.

Once upon an exam

Wherein we all partook

Eight persons met yet unknown what would hold

Bitter as it may sound,

Our compassion knew no bounds

We shared our hearts and cried our souls

The wholesome smiles when we succeeded

The callow feeling when we failed

Dolorous and jovial accompanied

We were together nonetheless

We, at last, found our acme

Ensconcing ourselves in our hindrances

Amour propre was always a choice.

Solicitude girdled our efforts

Along the passage of time fade memories

But mirth and empathy consign to the mind.

The first six sentences were written by all 8 members of my NEC team. If you can read this, hope that we can always remember the best two months of 2019.