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The day, that my exams take place, I wake up all hazy. I was up late again, because I was too nervous thinking about my near future and kept repeating random knowledge from all the classes I took in the past two weeks. I let Melite use the bathroom first, while I lay in bed, overthinking every fact, that appears in my mind. Is the wooden cress actually a water plant, or does its name hint, that it grows in the dirt? Can griffins really fly, or is their lion body too heavy for them to lift it up? I shake my head, trying to stop the annoying flood of thoughts. I can't be nervous. I studied hard every day and I can do this. Right? I get up, sighing heavily and head to my wardrobe to choose some comfortable, but still elegant trousers. Father would want me to look like a princess even when I