Silence, only
disrupted by the occasional rustled placement of papers
A sniff here
A cough there
One looks out
the window, pleading for escape
I don’t want to be here
What the heck does that mean??
Damn...I wish I’d studied that part
Furrowed brows
Glances at the
board
Time is ticking
away to no avail
Battles
progress in the mind
Is the answer B or D??
Who knows? Who cares? some may reply
An answer is
chosen and pens scratch into the page.
By Claire Connor
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