Java? smells like coffee to me

i had a Java assessment today. i'm not sure how i did. definitely not one've my brilliant moments in life, but yet not one've the worst (then again..). i think it's quite ridiculous what they expect us to do in less than 9 hours of lesson. then i hatched an evil plan.

i referred to a friend's past code and prayed that whatever i hammered out would work out in the end. i tried to create a smokescreen of knowledge, when i was basically a wall of bluffs. ok, so the coding worked. then came the question and answer. i felt like a person who was naked in a changing room with drawn curtains, just hoping and praying that no one tries to expose me.

the tutor asked the first question and i felt the curtains fall, causing a draft that made my balls shrink. there i was, naked of knowledge, desperately trying to cling on to whatever fabric of wisdom i learnt before.

it didn't help that the guy next to me was a Java whizz, but he had BO (yes body odour, not some techno mumbo jumbo) so that's that. yes, i can be bitchy.

all the while, Java was coffee to me, a fishing spot to alvin and a second language to gary. but gary's a computer engineer, i'm an electrical engineer. enough gripes, i just hope i pass.