Exams were meant to be long but not this long. It seemed like we were in the exam hall for a decade. I was done with my exam. After hours of scribbling and lots of thinking, I was done. But now I have to wait. My teachers are not ready to collect my paper. They tell me to recheck. Again. And again. And again.
But regardless of how many times I rechecked my answers, time moved like a snail. The clock ticked in the distance. But it seemed like the seconds did not turn into minutes but rather divided themselves. I looked down unto my paper. The words began to grow. Sentences began to magnify. Everything around me enlarged. And I seemed like a minion amongst a million Goliaths.
This exam hall seemed like purgatory. It was purging and prying patience right off me. I looked up and then banged my head back onto the table. Then I shifted my gaze to the clock. And then again I marveled at the ceiling. And the process continued. I looked up. Down, Clock. Repeat. Time was waiting but this time I could not wait any longer.
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