I Know Them Better

I Know Them Better

The monitors flicker and shine.
Shades down blocking all reality.
White walls, white computers, white ceiling, white floor, keyboard mouse.
Florescent light rains down on young minds.
Lips tremble and mumble.
Anxious fingers tap and click.
Chairs slide, feet shuffle, eyelids dance from word to word.
Read. Decide. Click. Next. Wait.
A score from a mouse?
We can't help you?
Collaboration at it's worst.
Proctor pacing, watching, stopping.
Multiple choice defines you?
One hour, 42 questions, on a Friday afternoon?
Telling ME about Them?