My Last Exam Experience
Last Friday I faced the final exam of my university career. It was the kind of exam that creeps up on you, hiding in the shadows until a week before it happens and then revealing itself in all of it’s 60%-of-a-double-module glory. I was prepared in the way students often are: as long as three of the four questions I had revised for came up I would be fine. This, however, was my final exam, I had nothing to fear. Even if it was the worst I ever had to sit, it would be the last I’d ever sit. I was invincible. That’s what I kept telling myself. Everything was going to be fine.