*To pop or not to pop?*
I am fiddling with the following few buttons of my white school uniform, second-guessing whether to unclasp them or let them stay as they are.
Meanwhile, I can feel beads of my sweat dripping down unhurriedly at the slope of my lower back. I am cramped under this dark mahogany desk for only the past few minutes, but every second that ticks off is grating on my nerves.
In just about half an hour, I need to go back and take the last exam I have on my schedule for today. I almost cringe at the face of my friends being slightly disappointed and mostly confused at the fact that I am skipping on their quick review sessions.
It will be ironic if the reason why I left them won’t even be here for my spontaneous visit.
However, I don’t have to berate myself further since the door creaked open already. The hush of students mingling in the hallways—*mostly talking about how they have done on their respective exams*—is briefly echoing in the room until almost instantly tapering off when the door closes.