The things that go on in a classroom during the examination during a class, the noises, thoughts, distractions.... more than just the questions on the paper
People not knowing fidget, look around the room knocking the table as they cradle their heads. People knowing frantically write their thoughts, feet planted, eyes crossed with creases as information is translated from the calculator to their sheet. Elbows, forearms planted on the desk occasionally, unconsciously scratching ears. Cutting the air is a cough, a sniff, a paper being flicked, people moving in chairs. The walls don’t stop the echo of the teacher next door, muffled voices of people. Pens down. Slap! The pencil hits the table, the race has finished, who won.
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