IN THE EXAMINATION ROOM

The examination room-a room like no other.
The place where the students meet the sky and some of them meet "DEATH".
Even the thought of passing it raises the heart speed to 110 bpm. It also very unhealthy for the mind. It brings the mind back to unpleasant times and makes one feel uncertain about the future.
That day was unique; if you think about it without emotion. Yes unique but cold, so cold. Me and my fellow algebra sufferers were doing some rapid revision. Waiting in the room for the exam to start, my feelings were quite different from one what should feel. I don't know what I am doing instead of revising my course. My feelings now may help researchers to study on how one sentence too death feel.
I am wondering who cooked up this whole examination thing in the first place. My usually calm face is sweating uncontrollably my brain is so saturated with worry. I wonder if my brain got the place to store the notes.
My hands were sweaty and i knew it would spoil my already hopeless handwriting. My fellow classmate were busy preparing chits and the like. I wondered how they managed to live with themselves. I had a rather queer headache at the back of my head instead of the front. I was vibrating and shaking uncontrollably.
Time is ticking fast. 30 seconds my hands go numb;25 seconds I remembered the worst I could do was fail,after all, fear of the known is less than the unknown;20 seconds I mentally review how much I know;15 seconds what do I know? Nothing. It just hit me nothing;10 seconds I think I'm going to be hurt. 5 seconds The bell hasn't rung yet. I cant' take anymore:4 seconds....3...2...1 I'm dead.
It's time; the time to end all time. The torture begins.