It was a gloomy, senseless day at school. There was an eerie atmosphere surrounding each pupil, whilst the teacher herself was even powerless against the sorrow and bore of the class. It was SaTs day. The time had come; our time had started. None of us had ever experienced the massive pressure pushing us into the test questions, and once we had, the intention to scream and howl like a dog was immense. After 45 minutes of terrible sums and problems, the teacher, who we now saw as the devil, cleared her throat and announced that the test was over. We collapsed in unison into our rickety chairs during which the teacher collected the cumbersome papers scattered over each and every one of our desks. We were free from a tiresome burden which had tormented us like a swarm of angry hornets, but there were more to come.