Ah, such fun for the EMS Orchestra to play at the prestigious Dean’s Honours Awards, where students in the top 3% of their class are given little blue scrolls and shiny keyring lights. Though all of them we imagine were disappointed because at first glance the lights seemed like laser pointers.

I remember when people used to call out my name and I’d walk up on stage, shake someone’s hand, and get an award. If I were making excuses I’d point out that the prizes aren’t nearly as good these days. But really, the motivation has just faded away. I wish it hadn’t, I remember how much fun it was when you actually enjoyed doing assignments.

However, apart from a vague, creeping sense of futurelessness, it doesn’t really bother me much. I wonder if you can get vague feelings of impending doom surgically removed?

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