Student sample for assessment
Written by a Year 9 student in Fitzroy, Victoria, Australia.
The lift had been stuck for forty minutes. Maya knew this because she'd been watching the time on her phone, willing it to move faster, even though the time passing didn't change the fact that the doors weren't opening. She wasn't alone. An older man in a suit stood in the opposite corner. They'd both gotten on at different floors; neither had pushed the emergency button for twenty minutes, which felt significant in some way Maya couldn't quite define. Then he did, and the speaker crackled with a voice saying someone would be there soon. "Engineering students," he said. "Three floors up. New building. They're installing something." Maya had no idea how he knew this. "I'm guessing," he continued, as if reading her mind. "Every time they do construction, same thing happens. Three times in the last year." She nodded, not sure what to do with this information. The man—his name tag said 'Robert Chen'—didn't seem to expect anything. He looked at his watch. She looked at her phone. Minutes moved differently when you were waiting. "You're in a rush," he said. It wasn't a question. Maya had been practically vibrating with impatience. "Appointment," she said. "I'm probably going to miss it." "Who with?" "College interview. Year 10 into Year 11 program at Haileybury." Robert made a small sound that could have been acknowledgment. "Nervous?" "Terrified," Maya admitted. Then wished she hadn't. This was a stranger. "Terrified is honest. I like it." He leaned against the lift wall. "I had an interview like that. Different school, different era. I threw up three times that morning." Maya looked at him. He didn't seem like the type to throw up over anything. "Didn't get in," he continued. "I was gutted. Thought it was the end of the world. Went to the school my marks got me into instead. Hated it for exactly three weeks. Then stopped hating it. Ended up being fine." Maya didn't know what to say to this. It wasn't inspiring exactly, but it was honest in a way she wasn't expecting. "What happened after that?" she asked. "Became an engineer. Ended up being grateful I went where I went, because they had a better engineering program. The place that rejected me? They didn't. Life's weird like that. You want one thing desperately, and it turns out you didn't actually want that—you wanted what you're getting instead, you just didn't know it yet." The lift suddenly lurched and the doors slid open. A maintenance person waved them out, apologetic. Maya stepped out, and Robert followed. In the lobby, they paused. "Go get the interview," he said. "And if you don't get in, it probably won't matter as much as it feels like it will." "That's not exactly inspiring," Maya said. "Good," he replied. "Inspiring is usually bullshit." She smiled despite herself. He walked toward the exit. She walked toward the stairs, checking her phone. The interview was in three minutes and she had three floors to climb. She'd be late, probably sweaty, definitely not at her best. And for some reason, it didn't feel quite as catastrophic as it had forty minutes ago.