Essay On A Scene in An Examination Hall
I passed my middle school examination last year. I was a student of a middle school and our examination centre happened to be in a higher secondary school. All the invigilators were strangers. The superintendent of the centre was a short-statured man with owl like eyes, and a shrill voice. He, at the very outset, warned us not to use unfair means. Many students who had written pieces of paper with them, emptied their pockets at the warning.
After the warning, he ordered for the answer books and the 101 un question papers to be distributed. There was a perfect silence in the hall. The only sound there was the sound of the foot steps of the invigilators. It was from time to time disturbed by harsh-voiced warning shouts of the superintendent. At intervals he announced the time-one hour is over, two hours is over etc.
Whenever the superintendent saw any student looking here or there he jumped upon him. Invigilators were also frowning at every student. I had never seen such a suffocating atmosphere. I kept on writing. I knew the whole paper. I was doing it confidently, calmly and carefully.
It was my first experience and it was a mixed one.