Sitting in the back of the classroom. Waiting in anticipation. Did I study enough? Maybe. Should I have taken it more seriously? Maybe. But it’s too late for that now. Still waiting, still panting. Doodling on a piece of paper. It seems everyone has theirs back but me. I wait as patiently as I can. Doodle, wait, doodle, wait. I did put my name on it right? So, I think. And I wait. And I doodle. One, two, three, and me: the only ones empty-handed. Is my teacher saving the worst for last? No think positive; the best for last? No I couldn’t have done that well. So, I wait. I question. I pant. I doodle. I think. I wonder. And now the moment of truth. My paper has arrived at last.