how cute

RINA

"Alright, time's up.”

"Sh—" I jammed my mouth, blocking the rest of the cuss from spilling. I couldn't believe I'd almost said that out loud.

Murmurs broke out, giving me a sense of hope: I wasn't the only one yet to finish.

"Your papers now," the professor came again. His tone much sterner. I set my fingers in motion and hurried through the question. The very last. Occasionally, I'd glance at the balding man to know if he'd left the theater like he threatened.

Luckily, I made it to the end before he decided to follow through with his threat. Joining the line to make a submission, I caught people’s chatter about how easy the paper was. Easy but bulky. That was Storia Dell’arte Contemporanea for ya.

A lot of my course mates wore a look of satisfaction, coupled with those that talked about the answers. All in all, everyone was confident in their ability. Everyone minus me.

I agreed with the part about the questions being easy, but the problem laid with my approach in answering