Millions of heads stuck in textbooks,

Sweat dripping down some’s faces,

Tense muscles,

Puffy eyes,

No way out,

Nerves upon tears,

Until we all fall into a deep abyss.

Throwing the thin material on my feet and rushing I out my shoes on,

I race out of the front door and to the jail cell,

I feel my nerves running as I take each step,

Feeling unready

Uneasy,

My hands shake,

As I receive the slimy piece on paper.

Keep a study schedule,

Appropriate settings,

Start early,

Active recall,

Mind mapping,

Memorising,

Review,

Reading,

And far more.

But all will show in the end,

When you receive that piece of paper,

But keep you head high because all will be fine in the end.