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Gage MedAcad
The young receptionist catches her breath when he tells her his name. No flush shows on her dark skin, but she won't meet his eyes when she hands him the card with the room number on it.
He gets a few glances in the hallways, as he heads to the exam room. There are almost certainly others he doesn't catch, people who wait until his back's turned before staring. It's not a comfortable feeling; even though it's not really new, it's not something he thinks he'll ever get used to.
But then there's the exam room and the proctor, and the unpleasant tension of notoriety is replaced with the old familiar exam pressure, and it seems almost to buoy him upward.
By the halfway break, five hours later, he's feeling the old familiar exam exhaustion -- but between nostalgia and the certainty of success, even that feels good.
The young receptionist catches her breath when he tells her his name. No flush shows on her dark skin, but she won't meet his eyes when she hands him the card with the room number on it.
He gets a few glances in the hallways, as he heads to the exam room. There are almost certainly others he doesn't catch, people who wait until his back's turned before staring. It's not a comfortable feeling; even though it's not really new, it's not something he thinks he'll ever get used to.
But then there's the exam room and the proctor, and the unpleasant tension of notoriety is replaced with the old familiar exam pressure, and it seems almost to buoy him upward.
By the halfway break, five hours later, he's feeling the old familiar exam exhaustion -- but between nostalgia and the certainty of success, even that feels good.