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Panicking voices of my classmates fills the common area as our shoes squeak on the freshly cleaned floor. We scramble into the gym like mice scurrying to scavenge crumbs.  The fans on the ceiling of the gym spin in their counterclockwise direction. They drown out the sound of my unprepared classmates. Me, I’m not like them. I studied. But this exam means passing the course or not so I guess it makes it a big deal. Mr. Grady starts to pick up the microphone and high pitched shriek vibrates off of it. I know that I have to take my seat. Slowly I scan the gym wall. Each class has their own row and the papers hanging have the class and teachers’ name. My eyes scan the gym for my row like a hawk does to its prey. I then spot my row and slowly I slink down the aisle towards a seat. I see my reflection in the freshly polished gym floor. I choose a desk but it is no good. It wobbles. When it moves it squeaks because it’s uneven. I stand up again avoiding my classmates, looking for a new desk. My pencils and erasers are clenched in one hand. I can feel the tip of my pencil digging into my palm as I nervously set my water bottle on my new desk. It sloshes back and forth from my shaking hand. I watch the water move around the inside of the bottle then slowly it settles as I release my pencils and eraser to freedom from my tight grasp and sit in my seat. I feel the coolness of the metal chair on my legs where my shorts don’t cover. I glance up and see all the teachers with smirks on their faces, and Mrs. Niedbala almost gave me a look of “you’re done, see you next year”. I quickly look away to the clock. The clock changes to 8:59 and I hear the shriek of the microphone again. This time it’s Mr. Robinson tightly griping it. He holds onto it stiffly as he reads out the rules and regulations we all know to well. His voice cracks and laughter erupts throughout the gym but stops as quickly as it started. He finishes his speech with “you may now begin” and the room goes entirely silent. I click my pink and black pencil and flip open my exam. It makes a whoosh sound as I flip it over and sends a cool breeze a little ways to the left of me. I set down my exam and am ready to pounce on the first question like a tiger does to its prey. My eye twitches from little sleep and over studying and I begin my exam.