schoolpital candidate

Salam.

as usual, in the morning i went to the office to punch in..
and before i could actually grab my card, I heard a teacher said,  "hah, long live sara" (lol).
ohhh, i was actually the 'on duty' teacher for PMR today.
STYLEEE...

so the first english paper went smoothly..
no drama, no loud noises..
just the singing of the birds on the tree and my lovely (lovely ker?? more to apok coz sore throat T__T ) voice teaching in the class..
aww..hehe

drama began- second paper of English.
i was in the staffroom, marking books when i heard this one voice..
calling for my name...
"sapa guru bertugas PMR? ada budak pening aih"
my pen dropped...
breaking the silence of the room..


NO..


i was like, what?? the second paper for english just started lahhhh...
and was this boy had a slight shocked looking at the questions or whattt??

so i went to the exam hall...
searching for this boy who apparently sat at the baaaccckkk of the hall..
and with my PK HEM's suggestion, i brought him to a clinic.
this boy had a headache, that he couldnt really think and write..
so what was the purpose of being in the room right?

but at that time, I was kinda thinking
so yes, i brought him to the clinic..
then what??
how's he going to answer the question?
what about his PMR?
he was in the middle of english paper2 exam...

so i went to the counter and asked the nurse if this boy could be treated first.
well, because of PMR......
everyone else was looking at us, as if, this boy was about to die
as if, i am the mother of the boy?? eh? I wore a nametag ok..
plus, we didnt look alike pon! common sense ya! haha

during the check up,
several questions were asked
like, "did you eat this morning?"  --- yes, i eat rice
like, "what time did you sleep last night?" --- 12am
so after hearing 12am , the person said, " you should sleep at 9pm especially during this exam week"
upon hearing that, i was like.... what?? 9 pm?
ok, confession, I used to sleep at 9pm, especially last few months..
but now, my biological clock is getting better..
my boss je kot leyh tidor kul 9pm..huhu
but never in my student's life that i slept at 9pm, unless i wasnt feeling well..

so he was given a bag of iv fluid.
i asked how long will it take?
an hour..or at least 30 mins...
wow...

so there i was,
accompanying the boy, who supposedly sit for his PMR at that moment.
I was praying hard that he would be okay and could sit for the exam without any complication...

until...
i saw 3 cars with only the drivers came into the clinic's compound...
wahhhh... suddenly i felt like i was in a movie...
i am the on duty officer, with a gun in my handbag..
eh? handbag? no..
i am the officer with a gun on my waist,
guarding this inmate who was injured..
and then came other officers, taking turn to guard him..
hehe..

yeah, the other invigilators (and the head invigilator) came to the clinic.
they came with a sealed exam paper and stationary.
we asked the boy whether he could actually write or not with the needle stucked on his right wrist.
and we got the staff to prepare a room for the boy to take exam..at the clinic!
wahhh... exclusive ok.. a big air-conditioned meeting room in a clinic!
only the two of them...hehe
vavavava...

and guess what,
after an hour plus, the boy was feeling better and decided to take the exam at school.
so there it goes...
the end of my drama...
nuwanda, the PMR candidate and 3 other invigilators went back to school safely!

oh ya,
the boy got an exclusive room for two as well at school
and of course being given the minutes that he was owed, to answer the paper.

p.s: i met with 2 different Ws in one week.. interesting! *wink*