Well, some days

I was late for the exam and it was one of the papers I missed to go to a cinema instead, a semester before. Some random notice said my branch had to write exams at hall number 13. I ran to the hall just in time and I had one friend for company (of course we both were at the cinema).

I was a little surprised that day for every time I rewrote an exam I had at least ten people from my class for company. The paper must have been real easy the last time because apart from the two of us, there was no one else from my class though the hall seemed real crowded.

There were like six stickers on a table, six different series of numbers meaning six different batches would be using the same table at different time slots. My friend found his table and I found someone already using mine.

Since the hall was crowded I thought the numbers didn’t matter and I used an empty table. I had my question paper and I was actually a little relieved I recognized a few questions.

And in walked a dork.

A dork because for one he looked like a nerd, two this engineering student had a flowered pouch that school girls normally used and three because he stood beside my table and started to argue with me. His number he said was on my table amongst the other five. He elbowed me a little for the ownership before a supervisor intervened.

The dork was allotted an empty table just beside me and I met his eye to give him the who-is-your-daddy-now look. He sunk his head in to the paper and I did too or so to speak.

I hate this kind of people, you know like not even having the decency to reason. There were like a whole row of tables empty and he could have used one, after all we were all writing the paper the second third or I don't know whateth time.

The staff wasn’t organized too, I thought because our numbers weren't there on the roll call.

In walked a gentleman supervisor.

A gentleman because for one he wasn't angry I wasn't at the hall I was supposed to be along with my friend, two he wasn't angry since this hall had people writing their actual papers (like not repeating) and three he wasn't angry either I was actually using someone else's table (the gentle man beside me in this case).

I literally sunk my head in to my answering sheet and question paper until this guy beside finished his and luckily for me left the hall without looking at me. I waited a whole ten minutes to make sure the guy had left before I submitted my answering sheet.

It seemed my bad times were over as I walked out of the hall.

I bent below the first table to pick up my phone which was inside my friend's bag, only to see a pair of legs in high heels convoluting. The girl was already staring when I lifted my head up in no time and without finding my phone.

Well some days, they are real beautiful.