The test

You were sitting in the test hall. You were sitting at individual desks, except Brandy, who was standing beside you with a standing desk. Professor Butterscotch stood next to you, at the front of the class, reading out the test rules. "You will have one hour for this test. You need to answer every short-answer question and choose one of the three long-form questions to answer based on the topic you chose to focus on." She explained. "You will work in silence. If you need help understanding the phrasing of a question, you can put your hand up and ask. However, I can not help you answer the question. Do you have any questions?"

You put your hand up, and Professor Butterscotch, already standing next to you, leans over to hear your question. "Professor, you're leaking milk." You politely let her know. It was dripping from her udder and pooling on the floor. It was a little off-putting. She probably should have pumped or fed her calf before coming to work.

"Less looking at my udder, more concentrating on your exam." Professor Butterscotch replied, dismissively as if you had done something wrong rather than try to be helpful.

"But it's dripping on the floor." You tried to protest. You were going to have to cope with the smell of curdling milk while you did your test.

"Back to your test now!" Professor Butterscotch demanded and walked off, creating a trail for other students to notice and endure the smell of. At least you wouldn't suffer alone.