It’s Tortilla Time| Hi I’m Tori and this is my Story

My first exam went well, though I nearly died of heat exhaustion. It could not have been less than 35 degrees (celcius) in the exam room, and it was of course filled to capacity. The architect involved in designing my school specialized in designing prisons, and so my school takes on the appearance of a modern day Alcatraz, sans the island. Alas, there is a noticeable lack of windows. Without the presence of windows, air subsequently becomes stale and fetid in each classroom. This, sadly enough, was the case this morning.

You would assume that the absence of windows would encourage teaching staff to equip each room with a fan, but this is unfortunately not so. Today the putrid aroma of strangers’ sweat and body odour occupied the entire room. I did all I could do to prevent myself from succumbing to the stench and gagging hysterically.

My classmates and I were sweating so profusely that our exam supervisor began handing out paper towels. I was sticking to my chair, an unpleasant feeling in itself. As if the stress of the exam wasn’t enough to contend with, we were forced to write it under these excruciating conditions.

I began to fear passing out, as I do so under severe heat, but thankfully I managed to rough it out alive.

Add this to the list of reasons why I hate exams.