Title: The Exams

Author’s Note: I wrote this back in May when I was doing my Standard Grades, or it could even be as far back as my Prelims in January. I can’t remember but I found it when I took heaps of old files off my laptop. I think it still applies, in a way so here it is. It's quite funny looking back, because it seems much more dramatic than it actually was. Anyhow, I think some of it might be quite relatable.

Exams! Why is it such a hated word?

They tell you you’ll be fine.

Do the work, do the revision.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

But when is it ever that simple?

They tell you what’s going to be hard.

Do more revision. And yet more again.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

But can’t I have a minute’s peace?

They tell you to work as much as you can.

Do more. Try harder.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

But why is there so much stress?

They tell you your future depends on them.

Do it right. Do it well.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

So why am I becoming a person I don’t want to be?

They tell you to just relax.

Do the work. Try your best.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

Why do I find myself shouting at my family?

They tell me I’m fine.

Do my best. They’ll be proud.

I can deal with that.

I can. I can.

So why don’t I believe I can?

They tell me things I don’t believe.

I’m tired. I’m worried.

I can’t deal with that.

I can’t. I can’t.