<p>we’ve all been there. You walk into a school, whether it’s yours, or foreign to your eyes, and slowly make your way to the room number listings…the anxiety is there, all around you, almost palpable yet the atmosphere is somehow quite, calm, and collected. </p>
<p>some are talking, some are fiddling with their calculator, making sure their solver works; others are sitting in a corner with their head in their knees, wishing they’d gotten more sleep.</p>
<p>then an unconcerned proctor peers into a crowded hallway and announces the start</p>
<p>lives will be changed, fates determined</p>
<p>sleep tight mates</p>