When the final timer buzzed, Luísa submitted her exam. The screen displayed a calm, green checkmark: Prova enviada com sucesso.
She walked past the row of students, who were now stretching and whispering. Caio caught her eye. “Did you finish?” he mouthed. prova digital vunesp/escola
Backup station. The words landed like a death sentence. The backup station was a single, ancient desktop computer in the corner, its monitor a fat, cream-colored beast from another century. To move there was to admit defeat. It was where the kid who had a fever went. The kid whose tablet ran out of battery. The symbol of failure. When the final timer buzzed, Luísa submitted her exam