Sweat and Backache
As I entered the exam hall, the cold wind sliced my confidence. Long story short, I was shit scared. I looked around and saw a shit load-nay- a fuck load of Chinese. Almost every examinee was Chinese! That’s when I pissed into my diapers and gouged out my eyes. They all looked like nerds! There was no way I could pass!
Twenty minutes later the rules were said, and my confidence grew. 6 sections? Pft. Easy. I looked at my card, in where I would write the answers. A, B, C, D and E. Where can I go wrong? Then I looked at my green book. Here was where all the questions- Begin! I opened the book and Satan screamed out of the fucking pages! Tormented souls pulled at my hair and arms, bringing me into madness. The questions were not understandable! It was in English, but not understandable! I tried my best, for section one, but time ran out. I guessed everything. Same thing with section two. Three was English, so it was cool.
It was nearing the end of the exam, and one by one people left the room. Including my friend! She walked out, calmly and coolly as if she just ate a big fucking meal and was on her way to call for a cab. It was insane! I rushed myself. My palms were sweating. My back ached from sitting like the ‘Hunchback of Notre-Dame’. Chicken. The smell of it wafted through the room. The smell soothed my soul. 9 MINUTES! I quickly got back to answering questions like crazy, answering ‘C’ every time I was stuck. Five minutes later, I got up with shaky knees and closed the accursed book. ‘Sir!’ I called out, ‘finished!’
I looked around me to find myself the only idiot in the room. Oh yea, I was the last guy. Silently and slowly I gave in my book and walked out, four and a half hours of agony pumping out from my body. Down the stairs and into the rain, where I waited for my cousin to pick me up.
A Different Perspective 