Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the last exam. I wonder if I'm panicking yet? I suspect I may be. In my first year of uni I got so stressed about my exams that I didn't sleep or eat. Of course, the inevitable happened, and I fainted mid-way through the exam, pulling my chair and desk over with me, and landing practically in the lap of a girl who would later become my friend. As if that wasn't undignified enough, my skirt flipped up around my waist, flashing my knickers at the row of devout, burqa-clad Muslim girls alongside me. In a shock twist, I actually got my best mark that year for that exam. I think I'll settle for a lower mark though, if that is the price I have to pay for a good one.