"Stages of An Exam" by Nadia (1N)

I despise the week before exam week. Intensive studying takes place during the whole week and the only thing on my mind is a mark that reaches my satisfaction. When it’s finally Sunday when the next day commences the start of the exam week makes my blood boil.

This goes on for about another three days, it usually ends at the weekend. You would think the weekend after the exams would be relaxing as there are no needs for any more intensive studying, maybe it’s like that for others, but not for me. The weekend before and after exams are the only type of weekends I despise. The reason for that is, I’m constantly pestered by adults, asking if I did well despite knowing I haven’t gotten the results yet. But that’s just a minor problem, the real problem is the amount of anxiety and self-doubt I have throughout the weekend until it finally ends. Those times are the worst as well, the reason behind this is because the anxiety increases and the moment the results are in my hand and my eyes scan the paper for the red numbers in a circle. At times like this, I wish that light wasn’t the fastest thing in the world. The moment I finally process those numbers I’m either already jumping with joy or burying my face in my hands soaked in tears. usually the latter.

This goes on for about another three days, it usually ends at the weekend. You would think the weekend after the exams would be relaxing as there are no needs for any more intensive studying, maybe it’s like that for others, but not for me. The weekend before and after exams are the only type of weekends I despise. The reason for that is, I’m constantly pestered by adults, asking if I did well despite knowing I haven’t gotten the results yet. But that’s just a minor problem, the real problem is the amount of anxiety and self-doubt I have throughout the weekend until it finally ends. Those times are the worst as well, the reason behind this is because the anxiety increases and the moment the results are in my hand and my eyes scan the paper for the red numbers in a circle. At times like this, I wish that light wasn’t the fastest thing in the world. The moment I finally process those numbers I’m either already jumping with joy or burying my face in my hands soaked in tears.

For me, these are stages of an exam month. What are yours?