Around me, two hundred students obeyed. The scrape of graphite ceased. The shuffle of blue books became a graveyard whisper.
The Last Question on the Exam
But I couldn’t move.
“Time is up,” the proctor said.
I wrote one word: “Everything.”
It said: “What do you truly want to say before the hour ends?” Around me, two hundred students obeyed
The proctor’s voice was a dry rasp. “Pencils down.” Around me, two hundred students obeyed