In the exam room, Tally took a few moments to collect herself. As a proctor, of course she was supposed to be neutral and not give any "hints" or suggestions to the students, but she still had the ones--in her mind's eye--that she wanted to pass them or fail them. Like the group that she'd just met this morning. Tally wanted every single one of them to succeed on their entrance exams. Failure? That was for losers--real losers, and not simply ones who lost a game or a potential success. Real losers, according to Tally, were cruel, arrogant, rude, condescending, and cared more about rules and regulations than people.
Like Sergeant Cul. Tally gave a quick glance around the room, and outside of it, to see if he were headed in her direction in any way, shape, or form. If he was, she'd steel her spine and wait for the inevitable battle. If he wasn't--great!!!