So they arranged us in rows of twenty—four rows for a total of eighty, the entire class. Each of us were given a number two pencil and a blank sheet of eight and a half by eleven [type?] computer paper, pure and white. The professor stood at the front of the room facing us in a shoulder width stance before his desk, checking his watch frequently for the time to hit the moment of the start of the exam. I glanced to my left and I glanced to my right. Tense silhouettes each of these students, as silent as all the rest of us, neither daring to venture to promote the possibility of eye contact. Some sense of recognition may have been exchanged through our peripheries, vague yet substantial in this dry environment. It was a mutual recognition of fear. The darting pupils under the fluorescent din, moving within such a small area of the eye, from my tight vantage point all that was visible was a slight slivery crescent of the orb, but within it the seeking hole flickered around like a thirsty hummingbird. If the eyes are connected to the brain as the experts claim, then these were signals betraying a turning of gears behind the coiled pink flesh in their skulls. Each glance lasted a split second, just enough for me to get an idea, to know the scene. Each glance was identical, the same behavior from each student during that stopwatch’s press duration, but from one the right eye told the story and from the other the left. They were like mirror images of each other, and I the mirror between them. What did they see from me? There was no direct line of sight in these glances but from my perspective there was certainly enough visible pupil for these students to render me peripherally. To what extent would one need to be paying attention to their field of vision to notice a quick quarter or a quarter turn of a head in the corner of the eye? I should not have turned my head, it was too obvious. It is probable they had seen me. This was split between two events, so I would wager one of the two students noticed me turn my head to glance their way. And what had they seen? If from these flashes I immediately picked up their fear, then the like would have been transferred back through the same channel. They knew I was afraid and I was now a target. I looked down at the paper and the professor shouted “Begin!”