“Seven years after I graduate from my master school, I still have the nightmares, I still dream of those classes, where the teacher is shouting, those sweaty summer days. I would dream of how I didn’t finish my math papers, and failed to find all the revision materials. I kinda feel it will haunt me all my life.”
“Tick tock!” The clock is ticking. There are only 30 minutes left, and still I have half of the paper to be filled out. The invigilator’s steps pound on the floor, causing a vibration in my chest, even though she is not wearing high heels.