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.