I remember the anxious anticipation I used to feel immediately before an exam. Waiting to turn my paper. Desperate to start. Even more desperate to finish.
I remember the collective anticipation of millions of pupils staring at the clock, and the atmosphere of the hall in those final seconds of buildup. I remember the panicked sense of doubt as I picked apart my preparations in my head, and I remember hoping for the best.
The way I’m feeling now ain’t too dissimilar. Exam nerves max. The dial on 11.
Waiting For The Peak
It’s a strange feeling
Waiting for the peak
We don’t know when it’s coming
And we do not know how steep
The curve will climb tomorrow
In response to previous weeks
The weeks we passed together
The weeks that did not think
Of weeks when something dormant
Would wake up from its sleep