The slight fail...

Lessons finally ended. No bells rang but Harold knows it's time. Stepping out of the class was just any other thing that he does daily. The determination drew him to the canteen and to the resource center again. Not sure why but these days, Harold had got himself adapted to the "below optimum" hours of rest. The final lessons struck him to do better the next second. The hours early in dawn was simply not enough. Harold determined to work harder.

Finally, Harold collapsed in the center. King woke him up. The hours passed by at lightning speed. 10 minutes later, he landed at discussion atrium. The thought to deepened his studies in economics did not worked out. Back in Center, Harold's guardian broke the news to him. Sad but yet not harsh enough to break him down. His guardian told him not to worry as second chance is always there. Harold finished his economics in eyes laden with sleep. Time is rushing. He had to move...