I walked into the classroom, head empty. I knew I had an exam today because I stayed up last night not reviewing for it, but worrying about it. The desks were already far apart. I looked around and saw that everyone was prepared for it. Now I feel so far apart. I sat down on my chair and took a pen, a pencil for correcting mistakes, an eraser and a ruler. Why did I take my ruler out? I'm not entirely sure. It's only 90 minutes, it's not going to be that bad.
The invigilator enters the room with a cold stare. I feel the silence growing ever so loudly. I felt my memory slipping away from me like how the invigilator slipped the stack of papers out from the envelope. I heard scribbling from every side of the room. I read and read the questions over and over again, but the words were jumping around all over the place. I tried writing out an answer, but the questions just kept changing their meaning.
Another invigilator enters the room with a warm smile but it didn't help because of the air conditioner constantly blowing gusts on me. Eventually, my hands were frozen solid and I couldn't jot down a single thing. It's not like I had any more ideas to write with anyway. I tried coming up with some, but I just froze.
The last 5 minutes, I scrambled to write the conclusion for my essay. My pen was doing marathons around the dotted lines. My hands were tired having to switch from using my pen to my pencil, then back to using the pen. Everyone had left the class, it was only me. The invigilator was standing there waiting for me to finish. She still had that warm smile, but it felt like I was standing next to the sun. I couldn't bear to look at her, and I was sweating profusely. I wished it was actually the sun, so that when I gave my paper to it, it'd turn into ashes and never be seen again.
Once the invigilator stepped out of the classroom, everybody came crashing in, talking about how many questions they've answered and how much they wrote for the essay. I sat there silently like a stone. Some people comforted me, saying "I didn't finish as well" but still, the desks were still far apart.