The Exam

THE EXAM  

  

           I stumble my way into the exam room and i'm late, a wave of anxiety flushes over me. I sit in the gross, sticky, wooden desk in the far left corner. As I sit waiting for the inevitable i question myself, "Why didn't i study? Why do i always procrastinate?". I peer around the room and for some reason hope that i'm not the only one who didn't study. I hope that someone in the class is on the same boat as me. "If i'm not the only one who didn't study then it can't be that bad right?". Even though I know that this is another cop out i use to cope with my own laziness i still use this same excuse over and over. The room is so quiet, a once lively and funny English class has turned into a dead, soundless asylum with all of the patients waiting for their near doom. I can't focus right now, the only thing i can hear is the scribbling of pens and pencils on the coarse exam paper, and the constant footsteps of people walking up to the pencil sharpener. If i don't pass this exam then i don't pass this grade, 40% is quite a hefty amount to put on one paper. I may get lucky as I have in the past but i cannot keep counting on my luck to get me through my life. At this point i wish i would've listened to my teachers and parents. At this point siting in this crummy desk with a single booklet sitting infront of me, i can only hope.

   

    
"It all started on Friday night, my friends and I were in the wrong part of the neighborhood and some guy walked up to me and whispered 'Hand over the English homework bud'.' I fought with much desperation to keep it, but eventually he over powered me and pushed off as fast as he could on his pink Razor scooter!" exclaims Mat.

 

     Mr. Van Camp pauses "Well then, that's quite the story Mat, but who in their right mind would steal English homework?"

 

   "That's not the end of it," explains Mat, "on Saturday we saw the same, exact guy on the pink scooter and since it was so dark on Friday night, I couldn't make out his face. It turns out the guy who stole my homework was Smedley! I don't know what to do Mr.VC."

 

     "I hate my job."

Time

 

 

 

As time brushes past her face it leaves its mark. Scars from when she was young and wrinkles from the days past. Jewelry of the highest quality and beauty resting or her neck and stuck onto her fingers.  She sits at an old cafe, alone, smoking a cigarette. Oddly, she finds herself thinking of the past rather than the future. For once she doesn't care about what "will" happen but instead she reflects on "what" happened.

"Have I lived a happy life?" she thinks to herself as she takes another drag on her cigarette. She was very fortunate through her life, she was born into wealth and it won't disappear anytime soon. All through school and through adulthood she had many friends and cherished many moments throughout her existence. But yet she feels empty. She feels the she has rushed her life and missed many experiences. Challenges that she refused, risks that she didn't take all haunt her at this moment. She might have lived a happy life but did she like a full life? She still has time to fill the void within her and be peaceful throughout the years she has left. But yet, she sits at an old cafe smoking her life away and wondering what happened.