Friday 28 March 2014

THE WAIT ( the dentists)

She said forty-five
But the clock ticks so slowly
My eyes droop,
And my mouth feels all drooly.
I've been waiting forever,
Has my hair not gone grey?
I bet my face is wrinkly,
Its been more than a day!

I stare at the counter,
Then again at the walls,
Their color is blinding
I yawn as sleep calls.
I bet I'm gonna die,
Just waiting forever
Is my turn gonna come?
I think... "nah, never".

EXAMS

I sit still. My feet no longer tap the floor in erratic beats as i try to remember the words i was reciting only this morning. I form a picture in my mind, of the page covered in my irregular writing. What did it say? I cannot read the scrawl on the page in my mind. I sigh and put my head on my desk, quietly listening to my classmates scratching away their answers. What are they thinking? Do they know this answer? Have they passed this question? I shake my head. I wish i could shake off these thought as though they were nothing but water droplets clinging to my hair. I lift my head and slowly glance around. My eyes see nothing but a classroom of bent heads, moving pens. I look towards the teacher, who is watching me like an animal preparing to pounce. My glance shifts quickly to my own paper. I will leave this question and perhaps, come back to it later. Circling the question, i move on, only pausing to flip through the remaining pages and groan. We have an hour left. Consoling myself, I begin writing as fast as i can. As the clock ticks as a nagging reminder of my failure to write a mere exam, my hand races across the length of my answer sheet. I do not do justice to my learning anymore, or my writing skills. I merely scribble down the facts, the most important points, in hope that I've covered enough of the needed information to score well. The bell begins to ring just as i finish the last question. I cap my pen, stuff it in my pouch, lean back and smile. Our papers are collected by the teacher who waddles slowly across our desks as we shift in our seats impatiently. We are not allowed to talk yet. As the last of the papers disappears into the now-large stack, my class jumps up as one, rendering me deaf for the moments during which the noise of desks and seats scraping the floor is earsplitting. I do not want to move just yet, I sit still.