THE EXAM
I stumble my way into the exam room and i'm late, a wave of anxiety flushes over me. I sit in the gross, sticky, wooden desk in the far left corner. As I sit waiting for the inevitable i question myself, "Why didn't i study? Why do i always procrastinate?". I peer around the room and for some reason hope that i'm not the only one who didn't study. I hope that someone in the class is on the same boat as me. "If i'm not the only one who didn't study then it can't be that bad right?". Even though I know that this is another cop out i use to cope with my own laziness i still use this same excuse over and over. The room is so quiet, a once lively and funny English class has turned into a dead, soundless asylum with all of the patients waiting for their near doom. I can't focus right now, the only thing i can hear is the scribbling of pens and pencils on the coarse exam paper, and the constant footsteps of people walking up to the pencil sharpener. If i don't pass this exam then i don't pass this grade, 40% is quite a hefty amount to put on one paper. I may get lucky as I have in the past but i cannot keep counting on my luck to get me through my life. At this point i wish i would've listened to my teachers and parents. At this point siting in this crummy desk with a single booklet sitting infront of me, i can only hope.
