Closed Book Exam Novels & Stories

However, Max had claimed he would be spending late nights with industry leaders, and it might be awkward for me to share a room. Since the main hotel was fully booked, I reluctantly went to another one, even though it was inconvenient and almost made me late for the event. Thinking back clearly, what kind of idiot would deliberately book two people from the same company in different hotels? It had all been part of her scheme. Alas, I was stupid enough to believe Max's excuse about needing to have late-night discussions with industry leaders. It was almost laughable.

"No one should bring in any book or sheet of paper into the exam hall. Mrs. Eshameh roared. Mrs. Eshameh was the Business Studies tutor at PATISA. She had been assigned to invigilate Chemistry because she was strict. She had harsh principles and students feared her. No wonder she wasn't married. " I wouldn't repeat myself. There is no lending or borrowing of materials when the exam begins. No talking to anyone, no standing up, and above all, no cheating! Anyone caught cheating during my invigilations would be sent out! I would tear your scripts into two, meaning your exam would be forfeited and you would vouch for a F9 in Chemistry. Have I made myself clear?" she shouted.

I was in my room studying for my next exam when I heard multiple car doors being opened and closed. I didn't pay any mind to it as I thought it was the neighbors. I flipped to the next page of my history textbook. I already went over this two times, but I had to make sure I knew everything. I had to get an A on this, I had to.

Placing them carefully on the desk at the front, she began her pre-test spiel. “You have two hours to complete the exam. No talking, no phones, and no looking at your neighbor’s paper. If you need anything, raise your hand. You may begin.” Nicola flipped the paper over and immediately felt her stomach churn. The first question stared back at her, mocking her with a jumble of variables and numbers. For a moment, she froze. “Come on, Nicola,” she muttered under her breath. “You’ve faced worse.” Taking a deep breath, she picked up her pencil and dove in.