Pencils clutched in hand, I stood facing the assembly hall door. To the passers by I must've looked like a prisoner waiting to be taken to my death on Death Row. The similarities between the two situations were uncanny.
I jumped when the door opened. A tall bearded man stepped out, clutching his briefcase, which I knew contained several packs of chocolate digestives - they were 2 for 1 in the Co-op.
"Advanced Higher and Higher Chemistry," he called out in a reedy voice. An intensely annoying air of smugness emananted from him as he turned to go back in the hall.
This was it. The moment that I spent the whole year working for (cough, cough). This was my time to put everything I knew about Chemistry into one two and a half hour paper.
Goodbye straight A average.
Every cell in my body told me to run away as I stepped gingerly into the hall. I sniffed the air. Fear. Panic. Desparation. A rather strong old-lady perfume. And most sinisterly, the smell of unopened exam papers.
Please let me wake up now.