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Thursday, February 21, 2008 . 9:36 PM

- my pathatic exam.

The boy closed his eyes. They stung a litte, though he hadn't cried. He would not cry. He will not. It was as though he had been looking at the telly for too long, though this was because he had been looking at the exam paper for too long.

He opened his eyes after a moment's rest. There was no time to waste. The open-ended comprehension part was difficult. He was average, granted. But he had revised. He had done the nessary preparations. Everything else was fine, except for that treacherous part.

Something in him had wilted after his first look at the comprehension. His heart had stopped for a moment, then resumed it's beating again. Only much faster. He couldn't help thinking that Chinese was very hard. He had done all the other questions in the paper. Only the six questions stood in his way to the finish line. But these six obstacles were tough. Astromically tough.

He read the passage with some drowsiness. Some tiny part of his mind was floating away, abandoning his body. He couldn't focus on the passage. The words didn't register in his mind.

Four more questions left. Five more minutes to rush them. He began hapzardly writing Chinese characters which amounted to only a sentence in the blanks. The teacher spoke. 'Alright,..' His heart and hand froze, body muscles tensing. 'I'll give you two more minutes. Five minutes left.' He relaxed. And began furiously doing work again.

He checked his stopwatch. One more minute. The teacher spoke again. 'Okay, time's up. Put your pens down.' What?! There was one more minute! He groaned inwardly, felt the hot blood rush to his cheeks.Felt the tears coming. They didn't come.

The teacher began collecting the papers.

'You can go now.' A rush to the two exitsout of the classroom. But he stayed back a little while. So did his two friends. They shook each other's shoulders and talked in stutters; they were that excited.Did you leave two questions? I left one; you? Hey, let's go. There's still the field trip now. Yeah, fine. He took the books under his desk and hurried after his friends.

As he ran off he didn't notice his change of clothes still underneath.