Post #7: Post-test stress

I'm talking about syllabic stress (aw yeah, let's get the poetry started) : 

white pages and empty spaces/

the vast expanse of a test undone/

the clock uncogs and so begins the hum/

the familiar tap tap of pencils like drums/

without time to stall the students scrawl/

the answer to the first question/

obvious to those who paid attention/

to solve it meant algebraic expansion/

moving on to the second question/

two out of three in tidy succession/

the logic was clear and without/

fear  I deftly attacked the problem/

pencil in hand and feeling in command/

the third question now lay before me/

who was to say that the previous day/

I had forgotten to look at floors and ceilings?/

nonetheless I can say I tried my best/

to deduce the answer through reasoning/

but tick tock announced the clock/

as classmates finished triumphant/

pound pound my heart was a-flutter/

amid the backdrop of constant mutters/

the end was nigh and with a final sigh/

the test was returned unfinished/

had I not been so careless and aloof/

I would have finished the very last proof

It turns out that last question was extremely straightforward (it was by far the shortest proof out of the three). I figured out how to prove it 5 minutes after handing in my test. Sigh, mais c'est la vie.