Giving inShe turned the reflective round handle on the door, mixed voices and screeching chairs filled her ears, she sat in her designated place, the chairs on her left and right side are not yet occupied. She opened a book which contains soporific figures and rules expressed in symbols. One of her friends sat on the empty chair beside her and asked if she was able to review last night. "No". She lied. She then let the talking sound drift away, her eyes are moving at a normal speed from left to right but not reading nor absorbing the specifics and formulas boldly printed in the book. Her mind was wandering somewhere distant from the elegant universe she has been living in. After an hour later, she was snapped back to the humdrum real life when her name was called along with the other entrants.
They entered an open area where the voice of a preceptor is clearly audible, eliciting intellectual answers from a group of first-year scholars who hastily wrote their answers on a piece of paper. She had