Statistics is always misleading and vague, especially demonstrated by the fact that the marker of that paper will be able to use my script to shore up his henhouse. I left my reinforced answer booklet on the table, the sense of mild frustration dulled by the excessive amounts of solvent abuse and insufficient sleep.
The guy sitting next to me left after the first hour of the three, and to make the most of the empty desk, the invigilators took turns in parking their bums on it, dangling their legs in the scant three feet of aisle space between their desk and mine. Handling double negative conclusions supporting numbers that I didn't exactly have the highest confidence in was made even worse by the distraction of their huffing as they hauled themselves none too gracefully onto the waist-high desk.
Furthermore, I don't understand why they give us only one answer book to start with when they know full well we'll definitely need another one and graph paper for all those compulsory questions. Then when you're trying to flag them down with utmost urgency, they take forever to respond, like they couldn't feel your eyes boring into the back of their head, before casually sauntering over in their own sweet time, which you don't have much of, only to look at you blankly while you try to indicate that you need more paper without alerting the candidate in the corner over there on the far side of the room.
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