With clammy hands, I gripped the pencil as tightly as I could as I struggled to keep my mind in check and in order.
Subject: Subject Code: Seat Number:
Taking a deep breath and trying my best to stop my hands from shaking in fear, I traced out the relevant details and attempted to fill in the optical answer sheet in my neatest handwriting. Minutes passed and soon I heard, "You may begin." The entire lecture hall was filled with just the sound of papers flipping, with every student looking frantic and anxious. The number twenty was constantly at the back of my head, reminding myself that this quiz was worth twenty percent of the module. Twenty percent. One-fifth. One wrong answer and my GPA plunges.
My brain tried to source out the important information in each question. Correct. Incorrect. Effective annual rate. Semiannual. Due to my nerves, my mind was so cluttered with information and it felt like it was overloading with every passing minute. The stress within me was rising constantly at an increasing rate, and it was at the brink of bubbling over my limit.
Take deep breaths, I reminded myself. Every single student was as stressed out as I was. The tension in the air was so thick as I heard the scratching of pencils against the sheets of paper and the furious tap-tap-tap of the keys of the calculators. You studied for this.
I slid my glasses off and tried to take a fresh look at the question. Invisible threads started to link the information together and soon enough, I understood. The puzzle was completed.
With clammy hands, I gripped the pencil as tightly as I could as I struggled to keep my mind in check and in order.
Subject: Subject Code: Seat Number:
Taking a deep breath and trying my best to stop my hands from shaking in fear, I traced out the relevant details and attempted to fill in the optical answer sheet in my neatest handwriting. Minutes passed and soon I heard, "You may begin." The entire lecture hall was filled with just the sound of papers flipping, with every student looking frantic and anxious. The number twenty was constantly at the back of my head, reminding myself that this quiz was worth twenty percent of the module. Twenty percent. One-fifth. One wrong answer and my GPA plunges.
My brain tried to source out the important information in each question. Correct. Incorrect. Effective annual rate. Semiannual. Due to my nerves, my mind was so cluttered with information and it felt like it was overloading with every passing minute. The stress within me was rising constantly at an increasing rate, and it was at the brink of bubbling over my limit.
Take deep breaths, I reminded myself. Every single student was as stressed out as I was. The tension in the air was so thick as I heard the scratching of pencils against the sheets of paper and the furious tap-tap-tap of the keys of the calculators. You studied for this.
I slid my glasses off and tried to take a fresh look at the question. Invisible threads started to link the information together and soon enough, I understood. The puzzle was completed.
Situated in the sunny island of Singapore, Jolene recently (is 2 years considered recent?) graduated from university and is now working in a job she never expected herself to hold. Besides having frequent quarter-life crises, she also indulges in video games, anime, and aesthetic korean girls documenting their life in vlogs.
Although not as eloquent with words, she still aims to try her best to bring across her thoughts to the Internet.
