The next time I come out of an exam, they'll be the real ones.

Fuck.

Ok, so we've had mock exams this past fortnight, and to be honest, they went rather shockingly badly. Apart from music and german, which were the only two decent exams. And it struck me that the next time I go into an exam room, they'll be the real exams, not some poncy fake ones which don't count for anything.

I. Am. Going. To. Die.

The only good news is that I've had another offer from a university. Also, I know when I'm next meeting my brother. I should really find a name for him.

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