The invigilator's diary

Tick... Tock...

During the month of June, I was given the task of being an exam invigilator at work. And oh, what a task it was.

Day one: I hate everything. Including clocks. Especially clocks.

Day two: I love everyone! French exams are a blessing (half an hour? Awesome!). Aw my classes miss me. They do care.

Day three: My back is dead. Like proper dead. But I'm now used to this life. Also... who am I?

Day four: If I stare hard enough at the students' ears, does this count as working?

Day five: Thank god it's Friday!!

Day six: Oh no, not this again. I won't survive the week.

Day ten: My brain is dead. My soul is dead. I am dead. ...Wait, it's half term now? YEEESSSSS


Day eleven: I forgot how much I hated this.

Day twelve: When can I go back to classes?

Day thirteen: When can I go back to classes?

Day fourteen: When can I go back to classes?

Day fifteen: When can I go back to classes?

Day sixteen: All you have to do is live through this. Just live through it. It will be over soon.

Day seventeen: I hate my life. I hate my life. I hate my life. Why do we even have exams? Why can't I read a book?

Day eighteen: Scrap paper in my pocket, pen in my hand. I am so ready. *scribbles down notes for the newest WIP*

Day nineteen: I could just quit. I could. Imagine that. I don't even need this job.

Day twenty: I need this job.

Day twenty-one: Why do I need this job? Do I? They need me, for sure. Aw, they need me. But no, it's not worth it. I could quit.

Day twenty-two: I can't quit. I need the money. It's not even good money, it's the same rate as before. I knew I should have fought harder for a raise.

Day twenty-three: It will never be over. I'll be here forever.

Day twenty-four: Oh, come on! How many exams can there even be???

Day who even knows: It's over. I have survived - barely. I am now a broken fragment of the former woman I used to be. I am never doing this again.