Exams are funny things. There is so much hype, so much buildup, so much stress, hours, days, even weeks of sometimes methodical, sometimes sleepy, sometimes frantic preparation, all for a few hours of the most intense, concentrated work we do here. Then in an instant, it's pencils down, and after a final, climactic explosion of silent expletives, the dam breaks. All that strain and effort, everything wound so tight, is released into the lightheaded, swirling vacuum of freedom that exists as you back up your bag and float out the door, maybe bewildered, maybe cautiously elated, probably confused, but definately, from the depths of your brain to the lengths of your chewed, tired fingernails,
FINISHED.
And in this tired freedom, nothing is sweeter than the right words at the right time from the right mind.
1. You know much more than what little the test covers.
2. It does not affect much of anything.
3. Someone out there still loves you.
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