3rd Term Exams

 I stood at the front, eyes scanning the rows of students, each one immersed in their own silent battle with the questions before them. Masked faces, furrowed brows, and the steady rhythm of concentration—it was a scene I’ve come to know well.

Wearing my blue shirt and tie, ID badge resting against my chest, I felt the familiar weight of responsibility. Invigilating isn’t just about watching—it’s about holding space. A space where fairness, focus, and integrity are non-negotiable. I moved gently between the desks, not to intimidate, but to reassure. My presence was a quiet reminder: you’re not alone, but you are accountable.

In this role, I’m not just a supervisor. I’m a witness to effort, to resilience, to the quiet determination that fills a classroom when the stakes are high. And as I stood there, I couldn’t help but feel a quiet pride—not just in them, but in the part I play in their journey.