He stared at the back of the exam paper.
Three years culmination.
Ends here.
Or starts here.
Studied and revised.
Always studied and revised.
Every test and assignment
rewarded an ‘A’.
Top of class with confidence.
Why now was memory
as thick as mud.
Brain cells dead.
A zombie in Gap jeans.
Nothing but mash between the ears.
Gulping oxygen and panic,
he straightened the lone pencil above
the glaring black back sheet on
worn wooden square slab.
Progress checked on examiner who
place the same items on other victims desk
in echoing gym.
Step - paper slap - pencil tap -
step - slap - tap -
step - slap - tap.
The anxious and the eager sliently acknowledging the delivery.
He remembered nothing.
Nothing.
Pressure demanding their use of a vice
on his brain oozing any knowledge
to dribble out of his ears
leaving mush.
Nothing.
Examiner finished his dance and shuffled to the front,
checked his watch
until allotted time.
No stay of execution this day.
“You may begin.”
He turned over the page,
information reformed,
remoulded,
reappeared.
The questions washing away the mud,
memory flooding in.
Another ‘A’ this day!
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