I had been warned of the "Circus," yet still I was unprepared.
A vast lecture hall, students scattered, some of their chats undisturbed by the start of class. I write notes on the board; not a single pen takes the cue.
A while into the lesson, the textbook and syllabus — the material for the final exam — turn out to be useless, absurdly aloof from the ineptitude on the ground, compiled by a hack or a sadist.
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