whoa is me.

• me: *just checked hsc results*
• A low rumble is heard in the distance.
• me: Wh- what?
• The rumble grows. The earth below me begins to shake.
• me: Oh god. *rushes under nearest table*
• The rumble has now become a roar. I peer out from under the table, if only to catch a glimpse of what is coming. I see the vague outlines of a stampede from my window. I can see it approach my house, but I do not have enough time to escape.
• I try to find some familiarity in the noise. But I shudder and scream when I only find pure horror.
• stampede: OMG WAT MARK DID U GET
• stampede: WAT COURSE DO U WANT
• stampede: WELL THIS PERSON I KNOW GOT HIGHER
• stampede: HOW COME YOU DIDN'T GET MARKS LIKE THIS PERSON
• stampede: MY OFFSPRING DID BETTER THAN U
• It has begun. The neverending badgering of parents and relatives about your marks.