Sydney Spy Classic
Exam Supervisors
Like bus inspectors, Exam Supervisors are a part of that elite team called the faux-police. They do nothing for the old-person stereotype as they shuffle down the aisles of exam tables feeling tall. The remind me of Roald Dahl villains for some reason, not sure why, maybe because they tend to smell like old books.
Just today even, during my first exam, I was fortunate enough to go on a delightful power trip. Reading time had just begun and I had momentarily picked up my pencil to harmlessly fidget with, nowhere near the actual paper. Sure enough, a portly juggernaut woman came waddling like a webbed metronome from halfway across the room to tell me to put it down. I had already dropped the pencil before she said a word because when she arrived at my desk, she positioned her face right in mine to ensure minimal disturbance of the other students with her request. I'm sure my girlish scream of "MY GOSH - SHE'S HIDEOUS!!" did worse damage though. She quickly took waddle again to reprimand another deviant pencil holding student.
Then halfway through the 2.5 hour exam, she comes up to me again and tells me to take my cap off - the same hat I had been wearing throughout every single one of her orbits around the rows of desks while her near-visible trail of perfume wafted down the tracheas of wheezing students. I was heavily disappointed since I could no longer refer to the detailed notes that I had embossed into the rim and that I was consulting so much with my trick tentacle eye.
Every time I think the bile within me has reset to simmer, my liver goes back to percolating each time I have to think about them. Add a comment..