he buried his head to his hands, waiting for the students to finish their exam - nobody dared to cheat while he's watching, he would catch anybody immediately. Thoughts ran in his mind as he waited, before everything turned black. He lifted his head up with a huff, checking the clock on the wall; he wanted the class to be over so badly. He stared at it for a bit, each tick felt like a death sentence, slow, mocking, gloating at his misery.