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RE: The Bus Ride: A Test in Guise
This is actually a made-up story (since I'm still a student), but let's just go with it.
It was a dark and lovely morning—5 a.m. I had my shoes polished and everything set. I picked up some papers I had prepared and memorized solely for this interview.
My mum had gotten up early to prepare food, making sure to serve me well—but you know how it is. When you see a lot of meat in the pot, you never get satisfied. I just took a little of two chicken laps and did some "bone deliverance," though I eventually ate the bones anyway 😂.
And when exactly do you reckon you’ll be able to come home, given the amount of meat you’ve polished off? Since you’ve eaten the bones as well, you’ve at least got enough calcium to keep your own bones strong. You do realise there’s a good chance you’ll get a proper thrashing, don’t you? And saying it wasn’t you won’t help, because the grease is still smeared round your mouth.
And better do not burp!
Btw how is the study going?
Of course, the thrashing's inevitable no matter what trick I play, but I'd just have to bet she'll take it easy on me. You know, I just got a job.
Still, I'm sure I won't rest well 'cause of the fear of seeing my mum looking like John Wick behind my door saying:
"I counted that meat, and two are missing. So tell me how you want to die—belt or slippers?" 😂
Study's been fine. We're on summer break now, so I'm making sure to enjoy Mum's cooking before school resumes 😁.