A big heart test, as easy as biscuit.
Exams are approaching again. Currently it is the second mid term exams of the second semester. In less than a month, the academic year will close in the month of Sya’ban with the final exam.
Last semester, I was ill for one mid term paper and was allowed to sit for it during the holidays. Due to misinformation, I arrive two hours late and wrote the paper in one of the administration offices.
I sat in one part of the room, psychologically invisible due to what I was doing. Few teachers and staff were walking in and out. One of them, unacquainted to me, popped in for a chat, open a small packet of biscuits and shared with those in conversation.
He then made it a point to come over to hand me one. And made no big deal about it or gestures others than necessary, which I suppose illustrates the normalcy of chivalry for them.
In any case, I initially wanted to say, ‘this is an exam man.’ Instead I found myself saying, ‘oh yeay, a biscuit.’