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EDU-CAUTION





Tick-tock, tick-tok....
  

Finally, it was the last exam of third grade: Computer. I was all prepared, and wasn't really nervous. It was my favorite, and I was the boy who used to get the highest marks. Uncle had also given me an extra job....I had to deliver a parcel to the invigilation teacher. I had no idea how my uncle knew her already, but, I did as I was told. And I was pretty successful, too.
Uncle told me to stay cautious, and not to look too predictable, or suspicious. That was weird, but he only meant well, I knew that. The parcel was light, but a bit heavy at the same time. He told me to keep it away from any hot or heat-creating source. This is only for the safety of not damaging the parcel, I thought. So I walked down the hallway to the exam hall. Unfortunately, I was late, so the parcel would have to wait a while. So, I decided to give it when I'd get the question paper.
A few minutes later, the teacher came to my bench, and passed the papers....they were HARD. I was so nervous, my temples broke out in sweat. Examples? I hadn't studied examples! I was nervous, so much that I started shivering. The teacher must have noticed, because she looked at me, mouthing "Is everything alright?". I signalled her to come over. I told her that I hadn't studied examples, and so I was nervous. Then I remembered about the parcel. My uncle had asked me to ask her two questions that would let her know it was my uncle's parcel, as the parcel was important and secretive. So, I asked the questions.
"Teacher, does our school have CCTV surveillance?"
"What! Your exam is going on, and you're asking me about our school's security? Focus on your paper!"
"No teacher, I just wanted to confirm whether anyone saw me get this time-bomb or whatever it is called through the corridors?"
The teacher's horrified face was the last thing I saw before everything went black....

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