Next week, our exam started. I was little more than half prepared. I liked the question paper what my auxiliary book taught me. The first paper was polymer chemistry, that depressed state of polymerization of polyethylene or that polypropylene.
Contrastingly, I hated invigilators. The mere fact the way they look (slash) stare at you as if you have committed a serious pointless crime of gazing, if you click your pen up and down they will look at you, if you are thinking about forgetful answer they will look at you. If you sneeze the whole class will stare at you (except some intellectual person are busy in their one line zig-zag pen motion, I will cry my pen working motionless).
If you ask someone anything. Please don't do this nuisance, take all the required things in exam. Never ever in your healthy life cheat in exam hall (unless you are sophisticated professional one), they will directly throw you out (if you are caught red handed).
These invigilators are sometimes our own boredom professors, conducting and controlling our huze (huge) class and the worst part according to my perspective is that you become seriously nervous as you behold them.
Let me set an explicit example, I want you to concentrate on this situation where you are holding your answer sheet (which was called dynamite by my dear learned professors). In my circumstances, I am writing a heavy hurricane bizarre, the homely professor will come at your desk to stare the beauty of your answer script lavishly. Their vertebral column or backbone is in a slight c- bent position, if that's not enough for staring, they will look more carefully with a slight stretching of legs and upper lip. Conclusion, if they are satisfied they walk silently, else, if not they produce an irking pity ch-ch-ch sound which I clearly know is enough for you to feel nervous all that crucial hours.
I shall clearly say that my exam was quite fine.
Second day, second exam, was it scary ,of course, those weird box shaped unknown things on my question paper. Please God please help this poor fellow. I hate reading those weird questions, I think those chemicals are made to haunt us, the poor students. My Rocky I always saw him with extraordinary explanations or smile.
I shall directly take a big jump on my last exam. The day when all depressed students are happy, they were happy as me at least I don't have to study Chemistry for whole month. I was not that happy when I passed but that day was the happiest day of my student life.
I encountered Rose, she was not happy, she was in a deep thought, her fragrance of expensive perfume or the brunt brunette hair moving in a bouncy way. I was about to call her 'Merry' but she went away before I can say 'm' and complete my 'y'. She moved in a swift way away from hallway. The hallway was dark might happen because of cloud and electrichiti (electricity).
We were soon announced to gather in that football ground by Sir Walls (sir principal). He began speaking his spectacular comedian English.
"Hey, mai students I am happy your suffering ended butt", " ummm..", "your results", he laughed, "be prepared students",He gave us a doggy sign to move away, "Go away".