I was running. Not walking. Not ready. Running. The hallway was crowded. Students everywhere. Notes in hand. Last-minute whispers. Last-minute hope. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing. And I… was trying to remember. But nothing came. Narrow corridors. Echoing footsteps. I pushed through the crowd and climbed up, higher and higher— until I reached the top floor . Then suddenly— a seating list appeared. I frantically searched for my name. Not here. "You might be seated below", somebody said. So I turned. And ran again. Down the stairs. Faster this time. Heart heavier. Mind blank. I reached a room. Bags lined outside. Inside teachers were already handing out papers. Students still holding their books, as if time had not fully begun. I placed my bag outside. Slipped into an empty seat. And the fear finally spoke: What if I don’t pass? Not because I didn’t try… But because I couldn’t remember a thing. The paper reached my desk. I looked down. Something was off. There wer...