Hello, are you thinking something?
Are you anxious?
Are you looking out of the window?
Are you suffering from the exam fever?
The proctor enters the room
Mumbling a few swear words,
You learn something new, you’re excited now
More than you ever were when reading your books.
That to and fro pacing of the proctor
Makes your heart beat and thump,
Your hands move, you look at the window
But your feet tie you back to the room.
There is no use of these futile exercises
There is no use even passing one of these,
You will remain the same as you’re now
Until life becomes your teacher.
When I was a child and the exam season approached
My two hands shook, as if cold,
My head ached and my heart pounded endlessly
I thought I had a fever!
When I was a child like you
I used to be immersed in a sea of books,
Now I feel I’d learned nothing back then
And I know so much more now.
I know so much more about life as I lived it
I know more than from those petty school books,
I can explain it, you will not understand
That knowledge is not to be found in your textbooks.
How can they teach you anything anyway?
By cooping you into those four walls,
When your mind is flowing out of the window
Looking out for a quick escape?
– By Marlowe