By Kassidy Grant
The floors were covered in yards of dusty tarp to keep the floors nice and polished as if a million students that had stepped in dog “poop” and hardened gum spit out my an older lady who had gum disease, weren’t going to frolic around on it after the tarp was ripped up. The royal blue chairs were cold and uncomfortable, stripping you of every piece of hair in your head and shocking the back of your thigh muscle. The balls of the chair, supporting the agitating seat was camouflaged in hair and particles that had been sucked up by the dirty tarp. The cold legs of the table would brush against the skin and transmit a bleak shiver through your entire body. It made it uncomfortable to move during the entire test. The weathered ash like grey table tops were bumpy and were accompanied by gum that was tucked underneath them. I wont ever understand what logic was behind putting a rigid table top for people taking exams was. The bisque number two pencil stood there with the Paper Mate writing pen that was never as good as it needed to be. There wasn’t enough room in the cramped space they provided. Your elbows could only stretch so far before being bombarded by the dull brown cardboard that stood between you and your partner. They were hard and covered in profanity and phrases like”I hate this exam” that were faded and worn out from where people attempted to erase it. Looking down the row the tables seemed everlasting. Almost as if they would never end, continuing perpetually down the gym. Getting lost in the rows, it wasn’t hard to snap back into reality when the exam was slapped down in front of your face. Dozens of pale white papers with Time New Roman font that read the name of the exam in bold letters and the school emblem fixated in the middle. The pages were thick and sharp, almost guaranteeing a paper cut. Over the paper lay slippery plastic that was meant to protect the exam from any harm they felt posed a threat to the exam the rest of us couldn't give a crap about.
I sat there, waiting for the start of the four agonizing hours to began. I was incredibly unfocused. Looking around, anxious for the test to be slapped down onto dull table in front of me. I reached I. My pocket and pulled out the pill, grabbing balls of lint and old gum that had been sitting there from the last time I wore those pants. Marveling at the purple and teal pill, I attempted to put it in my mouth. I was stopped by proctor with long gray hair she wore in a ponytail with frizzy bangs.
"What's that you have in your hand sir?"
"Its nothing." I answered back quickly, trying my hardest to slip the pill back into my pocket.
"Give it here. You aren't allowed to have anything in your possession during the exam except your--"
"Okay I get it." I cut her nagging off as soon as I possible could. I couldn't take much more of her speaking. Her breath smelled of coffee and cigarettes and her teeth revealed it all. It didn't help much that she talked in a whisper. I pull the pill out and placed it into her badly lotions hands. She walked away scrapping her feet against the dusty tarp floor. I watched her walk making sure it was safe to pull out the other pill. It said to have the same affect: I would be focused the entire test. I wouldn't even so much look up from my paper. I felt around for the rounded lump in my pocket and slid it out. This one was different. It wasn't purple and teal instead it was all pink with a sun and the number "one thousand" engraved in its center. I was skeptical but I got over it and threw the pill into my mouth quicker than I had done before. I felt nothing. He said it would kick in immediately but I felt nothing. A proctor with waddled down the rows handing each of us the dreaded test. I looked up at the ceiling moaning in utter despair. The ceiling seemed to expand, and expand, and expand until I could no longer see it. It was a tiny dot now. I looked back at the proctor who handed me a purple packet covered in purged writing that seemed to pop out of the page.
"What is this?" I asked, pushing the questioning piece of paper out of my site.
"It's your exam. Goodness look at your pupils. Please come with me"
I attempt to get up and walk with the proctor to the back of the gym.
“Your pupils are large” She felt the top of my forehead
“Why is you head so hot? Your heart is racing out of control! Someone take him to the hospital now!”
“Its fine. I’ll be fine” Thats the last thing I remember before I passed out, and now this is where I am. I must be having an out of body experience because I don’t ever remember seeing myself this vividly.
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