Room 208. Just an ordinary
room in our school. With the usual large windows at the back. The 4 ceiling
fans keeping us cool. The very useful projector but not always since it blocks
my view of what is written on the board. And how can I forget the teacher’s
table, where that person of the day decides each of our fate for that very same
day.
In that room we waited. We
were dead silence, not a sound can be heard. It was like a funeral was being
held as we looked at the teacher.
She looked at us with her
eyes that could either spell a nightmare for some and a beautiful dream for the
rest.
I closed my eyes and
thought of the things I might have done wrong. The so many possible correct
answers I might have missed. A lot of questions came rushing inside me head.
What was that? What did I
do wrong? Did I wrote it right? I should know that? Which part?
She arranged the pieces of
paper she was holding. Using her fingers, she slowly and carefully scanned the
thick pieces of paper. At some time she would pull one out and read it. While
she was doing that we just looked at her.
We watched her face with
intent. We could see every facial reactions every time she looks at our papers.
She then separated some of the papers to the other side of the table. I could
hear gasps from behind me, the sound of a ballpen being stabbed to the arm
chair and even the usual swearing of a word.
Then she stood up. Silence.
She began calling out some
names. Every time a name was called there sighs and still the usual swearing of
a word but this time more of a happy tone.
The next thing I heard was,
“Mr. Alor. Perfect. Good,”
and she kept reading the names of my other classmates.
I gave a sigh of relief and
a smile. But inside my head I was shouting these words
“YES!!!! POST TEST 1!!!!
WOHOOO!!!! YEAH!!!! THANK YOU BRO!!!!”
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