No Accolade For The Unwilling Introvert

It has long been overdue in acknowledging the fact that the name Eddy is not welcome in anyone brain space or physical ground as it has been proven time and time again without failing to be notice by the aforementioned name. With no malice nor ulterior motive in mind,this so-proclaim-anecdote is written not to unearth injustice done to this soft spoken writer but to be nothing more than a pointless rambling while waiting for the class to commence. In this chilly morning, the devotees of medicine,pursuers of healing talk in whispers about topics and gossips unbeknown and foreign to this writer ,as such knowledge remain elusive to the writer and conversation is scarce. The chronic verbal famine does not bother the writer. Why bother instigating tete-a-tete when the other conscripted participant is exasperated with such conduct? Feeling rue pertaining to the upcoming examination ahead, the writer feel much oblige to constrain himself with books and unnecessary frivolity  is restricted to the point of non-existent. The aged-carpeted floor is as dull as the cream color wall. Intertwine of glad and sorrow mixed with prolong stagnant of motivation make life a cruel game of roulette where the bonanza prize is a punch on the face. I end this short memoir with heavy heart and troubled mind.