A loaf's level of difficulty?

you get used to difficulties when that's what's winning you your bread

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Yup, April just...wrote that. In a chat window.

Appointments, dates, time-time.

Keeping up your word with appointments is sometimes so tough. Growing up into an adult means you meet more people along the way, which simply means that you've got to keep yourself open to meeting more obligations and respect time much more than ever.

We try to do our best, which is good. Sometimes when things look bleak and you aren't able to keep up a commitment, an appointment or such, all its going to take is for you to open up to that person, and talk it out. Talking solves things. Once you're open minded, that is.

End of rant. 

Confession: April Twelving is hare-brained.

The next exam is two days away and before even having started with her studies for the same, April suddenly struck upon a thought as to where her hall ticket was. She recalled having kept it in the same bag that she took to the first exam. Having NOT noticed it in the bag with a brief glance, she went into full panic mode. 

Which means, forwarding the same text that goes something along the lines of 'I lost my hall ticket. Is it okay if I take the spare hall ticket that I printed out from the next exam onwards?' to about three people on her phone contacts--two being classmates and a senior. 

The senior gave an assuring reply that it was okay. A classmate on the other hand said he wasn't sure and asked her to re-check that, and also tell him what the teacher replies with. Oh yeah! Despite the senior assuring her it was okay, April just HAD to continue her panic-march and shoot out emails to her class teacher and the support center of her university.

Only to find that her hall ticket lay very safe at the bottom of her bag, right alongside the previous exam's question paper--something April always does; she keeps the hall ticket together with the previous exam's question paper. 

-.- Soo not cool.

She quickly forwarded (she goes panicky and texts many people. Its only fair to forward the same text. The panicky unsmart are sometimes 'smart' like that. Yup, I'm wayy too awesome. I know) the text like this:  'I'm hare-brained. I'm sorry. I found it, it was safe. ><'

Yay. Not!