Pens scratching. Pencils scrawling.

Answers to questions.

Thinking. Colours. Numbers. Shapes.

I rack my brain.

I highlighted those words. At one am.

Over coffee. I just can't seem to remember.

My shaking palm starts to write. I scratch it out midsentence.

And disguise with a coat of white out.

I've got it. I smile. And tick the question off confidently.

I mark that co-ordinate. Dot that port.

And five more minutes. I look at my watch. Look at the angry teacher.

Sheepish grin. Staple my papers. Hand it in.

And heave a sigh of relief.