Exams And Earthquakes
So in November last year in New Zealand there was a really bad earthquake overnight (it was a 7.8) and the next day the whole fucking country had exams and in the city I live in my school was one of the only schools that actually had an exam the day of/after the earthquake (it was on a Monday morning at exactly 12.01am) . the fucking city i live in was shut down because the earthquake was on our fault line and it was unsafe but my school is in a “safe zone suburb” so it had to have exams. My school wasn’t actually open unless you were a student sitting an exam and the only exam that day was a year 11 exam. I sat that exam and five minutes into it there was a 5.3 aftershock. we weren’t allowed to leave for another 40 minutes so it was just a room full of sleep deprived year 11 students silently crying because we couldn’t even get under the desks during even more aftersocks or we’d automatically fail. Later when we could leave all the year 11s got out of that exam so quickly it turns out that all over the school year 11s were crying because we all thought we were going to die in a fucking maths exam. We had a full week of exams during aftershocks and I can honestly say I have never bonded with my year group more than in that week when we thought we would all die.