Your summoning students file into your classroom. Their expressions are mixed, from stoic determination to calm acceptance to barely suppressed panic. You remember your experience with finals, determined to make the best grade in the class. It's an odd experience being on the other side of the desk.
"You know the drill." You give a stack of tests to the student in the front of each row. "Take one, pass the rest back. You have one hour."
Heads drop across the classroom and pencils scratch. Quiet coughs interrupt the near-silence. Time ticks slowly forward.
Proctoring a test is boring.
Better than Test Panic, Though