I thought I've hit rock bottom, but then I found I could still dig

I think the title speaks for itself.

I wrote this during invigilation today. I wasn't asleep, but I was certainly dreaming about it.

My Invigilation

 

Do you know how boring invigilating can be?

It’s a tiring fight to keep your sanity

There’s nothing to do but to keep your eyes open

To make sure that the silence is never broken

No exchange of words, no tries of cheating

No semaphores attempted, no matter how fleeting

I’m willing the hands of the clock to move faster

I’m trying to stay awake with all the will I can muster

 

In my bed of heather beneath the sky

Deep in slumber, I quietly lie

The stars twinkle in their heavenly home

While the fireflies begin their nocturnal roam

The warm breeze chases away the cold

Deeper into the heather, I fold

A susurration of night-time whispers I hear

Lull me gently into a sleep so dear

 

The sounds are getting much louder

A sudden explosion of voice in my ear!

That could only mean –

 

Dammit! I fell asleep!

 

Invigilation

I haven't blogged lately because I've been so tired. Mid-year exams are coming to an end (Phew!) and it's really more draining to invigilate than to teach. Just sitting there doing nothing is worse than actually doing something.

Nothing much to reminisce about actually. I've actually forgotten what it was like to take a school exam, really. But watching them suddenly reminded me today of a fellow classmate I had back in Form 3 who made a lot of noise when we were taking our exam papers. It wasn't that he was the class clown or he was trying to draw attention to himself humourously; far from it actually. The noise he made was more of his constant crushing of papers he wanted to throw away; and the noisy glugging of water from his 1.5 L water bottle. And because he does it very loudly, and very often, it can be quite distracting. I don't think he intentionally meant to distract us, he was just thoughtless in a socially inept way. He had the same level of noise during our PMR examinations too. I don't think anyone ever told him off, because we were all too polite to.

Oh, I didn't see anyone like that at all. It was just that I was suddenly reminded of that classmate. Quite a horrible recollection, actually.