gosh you think your desk falling over is distracting? embarrassing, i'll give you that, and a good story nonetheless. however distracting is the following:
As i turn the page of my English paper 1 (the first and most nerve racking of my
exams) i have a feeling of encouragement as i have just aced the short answer
questions. As i begin to read Section II, i hear a shaking noise from behind me. as
i am sitting in the back row i thought this was odd. i turned around to investigate
and to my amazement and utter disbelief the most senile of our supervisors
(Alfred - very approprately named) had triumphantly managed to sit balanced on
a stack of 4 chairs that was at the back of the room. thinking this was very
innappropriate and distracting, i turned back around and refocused. As i began to
write my own amazing rendition of "Journeys over time" i am shocked as i hear an
enormous crashing sound as Alfred hurles onto the floor, 4 beige chairs coming
after him. whether out of an act of embarrassment or (as we later discover)
physical inability he stays there, motionless. 42 students are sitting in utter
disbelief as he lies there , turning whiter and whiter. Gwen (our also senile head
superviser, who has a severe case of verbal diorrhea and often talks 20-30
minutes into our starting time - telling stories such as if she got thru customs with
a knife (which she was using to eat an apple) on the way back from farewelling
her grandson who is going to army reserves then it is most certain that you can
get away with sending an sms of your answer to the person next to you - so be
careful) then rushes across the exam hall flustered, kneels down next to Alfred,
whips a seringe from his pocket and proceeds to stab in into old Alfy's leg and he
begins to come to. whether out of common courtesy they should have told us that
Alf was an insulin dependant diabetic is not up to me. however knowing that
passing out was a possibility, would YOU have attempted sitting idly on 4 chairs?
As the ambulance officers rush into the hall, we are reminded by Betty (these
names are not made up - and yes she again is a long retired supervisor on
borrowed time) that silence is mantatory in the exam hall and anyone found
breaching this rule would suffer the appropriate consequesnces ("such as zero for
this exam, or no result for the course" sound familiar?). Alfred is put on a
stretcher and wheeled out of the hall, and as an act of one last disruption we
hear the sirens blast out of the school. Gwen (still shaken, poor old bat) promptly
stops the clock and apologises for the disruption, and tell us that as we must sit
the for the exam today, her only option is to offer us extra time. As the entire
ordeal lasted about 40 minutes. we agreed on an hour extra time. and as Gwen
has already yabbered on for the first half hour of our exam and we started late.
and on top of that it took them about 30 minutes to fill out our blue sheets and
collect our booklets, apologising personally to each student. after all this, we
were finally allowed to go.
ANYONE ELSE FINISH THEIR EXAM AT 2:30 PM?????