GOOD GRIEF!
My paper is at 9.00am, and I wake up at 9:02am.
I pace around the house, muttering, “Shit! Shit! Shit!” and wondering if I should go for the exam, or simply go on MC (medical certificate). But then I realise that I do not know how they will calculate my score for the semester if I miss this examination. What I DO know is that there is no re-examination even if you have a valid reason for non-attendance.
Anyway it’s just five-minutes past the start of the paper. I still have time to make it.
So I change and dash out of the house. Thankfully I packed my bag the night before.
By cab, I arrive at the examination hall within half an hour. I have one-and-a-half hours to answer three essay questions, which I think still isn’t too bad.
But in my anxiety I fail to settle down properly. The questions seem to be playing tricks on my eyes. I feel pressurised to start writing without decently-detailed planning because I am running out of time. As with all essays I tend to scribble down points that I reference to while writing the prose proper. This time I am even having trouble jotting down the points – it becomes horrifically messy and disorganised and possibly unfocussed. Ah, what the hell. Just WHACK.
During the exam my mucus problem works up again and I make a mess of it trying to be gung-ho and pretending that I can clog it in my nose until the exam is over. I do not want to go to the toilet because I’d waste precious time doing that. But the damn goo outsmarts my body capabilities and out it flows – DAMN YOU! I have no tissue with me at the exam table. I surrender and go to the toilet to blow the whole damn thing out once and for all so I can finish the paper in peace.
