I probably didn't failed my exams, like I thought I would.
I had written the required number of essays, and while they weren’t likely to be first quality, they weren’t that bad either.
The final exam was the worst. Time seems to crawled by. It was hold in a vast room but it's full of people in black and white, heads bowed over papers, making it more stifling than normal. Silence broken only by the occasional rustle. The scratchscratch of nearby pens. And a long, long, deep sigh.
Oh. Wait. That was me.
As I scrawled out a few more unclear sentences.
Shifting in my chair. I was sweating through my shirt.
Suddenly, I threw down my pen. Watched it roll off the desk and click onto the floor.
Well, I wasn’t going to need it again. I was done. So very, very done.
I watched the clock at
