Passing or Failing?

Feeding off the nervous energy from the other students who are cramming before they take the most important exam of their lives, I sit in agony waiting for this exam to start. Every table is full of students cramming probably thinking “man, I should’ve shown up for those classes”. Then you hear the voice of the vice principal, on the mega phone announcing that the doors to the gym will be opening. Like a herd of cattle being corralled to their death, I realize it wasn’t the smartest choice to skip out on all those classes. Walking with the sea of students I feel my hands begin to sweat even more. Seeing my name on the wood desk, I begin to sit down, the chair is still warm. Sitting waiting for the go ahead to start this exam that will determine whether I pass or fail English 11. I pick up my pencil with shaking hands and begin to fill the bubble sheet, making sure I color the sheet properly. I hear students flip the page, I start to panic, and I’m still on the first 10 questions. When I finally finish the multiple choice questions, I realize that I have an hour and half to finish an essay that I had a choice to write before the exam. I can start to feel my mouth dry cause of the anxiety I am feeling. I manage to finish the exam with in the 2 hours that are given. As I walk out of the gym I see that I was the only one left writing this exam. I get many sympathy smiles from the teachers that are still in the gym. I sigh in relief that I have managed to do this exam that I wasn’t prepared for.