Tick Tock

I had my first three exams today and they were pretty easy. I'm quite happy so far. We had English, H.E and French. Not to toot my own flute here, but those are three subjects I was feeling fairly confident in anyway so I had put it all down to good revision. When we finished I met up with my friend and the first thing she said was,"So what did you think of the French paper?" I didn't want to say that I had found it ridiculously easy, I hate sounding boastful. Turns out though, it wasn't just me that felt that way. That paper was beyond ridiculously easy. We had an hour to complete it and it took most of us 20 minutes to half an hour to do that. It took me 20 minutes. Every single year I rush my way through test papers only to be left with half an hour to spare, and I never learn. The waiting kills me every time. It's not really something you can get used to - waiting. The annoying thing is there's really nothing you can do. You can't walk around for obvious reasons - cheating - and you can barely even look around for that same reason. My seat is right in front of the invigilator's desk so I have to sit rooted to the spot, eyes glued to my paper. I don't think I'm gonna survive until Wednesday, I swear you'll find me at home tomorrow evening just rocking backwards and forwards on the floor clutching my revision notes. You see, when I'm in that position and I've already checked over my paper 20 times and clicked my pen open and closed 5,000 times more I need something else to keep my mind occupied. Every year it's the same; when the invigilator says there are 15 minutes to go, that's when I start counting. I count the seconds until the 15 minutes are up. That's the reason I don't think I'll make it to Wednesday. That's the reason I'll be rocking backwards and forwards on my floor by tomorrow evening.
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.