Karim
Furuno and I decide to join the queue. The line crawls at an infuriating pace, and of course, my name is buried at the bottom of the list. When my name is called, just three other girls are left. Furuno had already gone in earlier.
I walk forward to heed the call. A woman with spectacles and a bun which is pulled back so tightly that it looks painful, stands at the entrance. Her eyes are very sharp - like a hawk's, her mouth is drawn into a very thin line. She is holding a big book.
She accesses me with an expression that strongly resembles contempt and indicates that I should place my palm on the page of the open book.
I experience instant dislike for her attitude, and her excessive use of cologne.
As soon as I place my palm on the book, my name appears in cursive. I am the 405th student taking attendance.
She gestures for me to remove my hand. Why not just have us sign the attendance like normal people? Maybe, this is her foolproof way of making sure noone skips.
