Dead
silence; all I hear is the buzzing of the multiple fans on the ceiling, yet
it’s still so hot in here. I begin to regret every time I hit snooze to skip
class, I knew today would come eventually but I never thought so soon. On my
way to my seat I pass by a few girls, so frantically they yell “I didn’t study
enough; I need an ‘A’ on this exam.”
They didn’t know the half of it! My teacher, whom I’ve never
really met before, makes the exam worth 50% of the class’ final mark. Butterflies
in my stomach, not only a cliché but an extreme understatement, I have multiple
hummingbirds in my stomach, fluttering their wings at a constant pace. This
desk feels so smooth, welcoming me to my seat, although I’m well aware of the
mental beating that’s about to take place here. It’s as though not attending
class was my crime, and this exam, was my sentence. The seemingly increased
gravity in this seat is forcing me to do one thing; look right at the crisp ink
on the page that forms questions of no sense to me. I must listen to the
intense sounds of nothing at all; at the same time my throat has dried so much
so that it’s difficult to swallow. There truly is an extravagant premium for my
lack of presence in this class.
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