I see darkness

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I see darkness. But the most important thing is to start properly, to start with a paragraph. The paragraph reigns supreme today, Arka, Legia, Wisła, Akapit. If you don't start properly—minus a hundred points at the beginning, you can already cross off the entire high school exam in your diary. Although, truth be told, it hasn't even started yet, still a year and a half to go. But that's how it is. Universal fever. The exam is approaching, the Tasmanian devil, some trolley in a supercar passes by, and already, it's almost completely smashed into your foot.

Run fast, or you won't make it. Run for the certificates, about neurosis, about whoring, about illiteracy. Run for the medicine, write up a report, prove to them that you're definitely mentally ill and need serious treatment, even hospitalization. And an extra hour of time to sweat out your essay is a complete waste of time. If you don't make it, we're screwed. End of story. The door is closed, the Karitas lunch counter is closed. You can kiss our esteemed royal asses, on these lofty heights.

And God forbid, no swearing, no vulgarity, just pure Polish. Nothing. Zero thoughts whatsoever coming from you. Don't show any signs of being slightly or seriously pissed off, because they'll pick up on it and subtract points accordingly. And before you can even calculate how many you passed, you're already at zero. Because they asked, for example, a religion question: is it true that a certain God exists? But those were good aunts and uncles, because it turns out that, to make things easier, you still have four options to choose from. A, b, c, d. Shoot, play sailor, whatever you want. It depends solely on your creativity at the moment. But if you didn't shoot and missed, let's say wd, then you can say goodbye. You're burned to the ground, raped, and defiled. And your face won't help you here, nor will your connections. Although maybe some more specific, more sensible ones might be useful. Because if you have an uncle in the office and aunts at the post office, nothing will help you; it's the end of your school career anyway. You can get going now, pack your vacation souvenirs, and get ready for Arivederchi. See you soon, and I hope we never see you here again.