The red hand jerks as it moves forward
counting off the seconds of another minute
I gaze in sheer boredom
praying they finish quickly.
They see me staring into space
and think I must be looking at them.
I smile to allay their fears -
"No, I do not suspect you of cheating,"
I think to myself.
Rather, I think I might poke out my eye if I must endure another minute.
Finally!
Interrupted by someone with a question!
19 seconds passed quickly.
Yahoo!
Only 5.040 to go.
"Bye!" I wave to the first student to finish her final.
Something to do...
I pick up my pen and begin to mark
as the red hand on the clock moves
faster than before.
... I'm back.
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