How An Exam Feels Like
“I walked towards the
room, thinking that
my grades will bloom.”
“But when I grabbed the
question paper,
suddenly my hands
weren’t stable. ”
“Then I walked toward the
line thinking it will be
fine, and now it’s about
damn time!”
“The first question was 2+2,
but after I flipped the page,
it asked me something related
to square roots!”
“As an English poet, I think we
all know that,
for me however hard someone
tries, MATHS IS TRASH!”
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