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Your preceptor desperately begs the class for the smallest forms of participation, resorting to basic multiple-choice and simple yes-or-no questions, but the class refuses to relieve him with even a single monosyllabic word. As everyone collectively avoids eye contact, you suddenly take interest in a remarkable corner opposite the preceptor. Someone may have grunted an answer at some point, but nobody has any idea what that person said, and when the preceptor asks the response to be repeated, that person replies with furtive eyes and a sudden fondness of untying and retying his shoelaces. Time slows to a stop as you desperately count the 3000 seconds left until the end of class.

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