Four years of studying had let him to this point, his final exams before he went into the world to pursue his dreams.
The sports hall was lined with rows of tables and chairs, with a teenager seated on each.
At the front of the room teachers were marching back and fort before a large board, while some walked the aisles trying to spot cheaters.
Time was ticking away on the giant clock above the board.
Occasionally the clicking of a pen or rustling of paper.
He was thinking as hard as he could but it was like he had forgotten everything he had learned in the past years, he wondered if after the test he would still remember how to walk or if in a minute or two he would forget how to breath.
‘Is that even possible?’ He wondered.
He was thinking so hard he no longer heard the footsteps of the examiners walking around him, and he could hear a strange sound, he was in a uncharted place in his mind he never knew existed.
The sound reminded him of the sound a fridge makes, specifically how it sounds in the middle of the night, fridges never took breaks.
‘They just keep on working, keeping things inside cool and things in his head frozen.’ He thought.
Maybe his brain was the same, all the answers were frozen and stuck in his head somewhere, icicles hanging from his hippocampus.
The school bell rings, but not for them but for the other students in the building, telling them to go to their next class.
He is back in the sports hall, staring at a blank sheet again.
After the sounds of the stampede of students in the corridors have faded away he starts reading the question over and over again.
He hears others scribbling down answers, ‘How are they going at such a fast pace?’ He wonders.
His worst nightmare would be messing up his final exams, if he flunks this he would be forced to work in the mailroom of the office his father works at.
So he gave it one more go and focused as hard as he possibly could.
His jaws were closed shut and all his blood was rushing to his head, a extended, “Hnn”, starts leaving his mouth.
He was starting to feel light headed and nothing was happening, not a single thought about anything in the exam.
He relaxed his head again and all the excessive blood rushed back to the places that needed it the most.
A teacher sitting at the front of his row clears his throat.
‘Or was he trying to cough?’ He thought to himself.
The evil look on the teacher’s face was clearly aimed to him, so he pointed his nose back onto his table.
And when he finally started on writing his name down onto his answers sheet he felt something warm running down the back of his upper left leg, it was liquid but thick and was slowly streaming down the inside of his knee and down to his ankles.
It filled up his shoe and was making a brown puddle underneath his seat.
And faster than you can say;
‘King Kong has a big dong.’ (Which was a weird study aid he made to remember which class he was in.)
The revolting smell of the burrito feast he had last night started to move through the entire hall, breaking everyone’s concentration and fresh air supply.
Everyone panicked and ran outside as fast as they could.
The teacher sitting at the front of his row coughs.
‘Or was he throwing up?’ he thought to himself.
And before he knew it he was surrounded by all the teachers.
They understood what had happened, but failed to include it in the specially devised emergency plans for the final exams.
They were prepared for things like terrorist attacks to any of the ten plagues.
Luck for him he was in the sports hall so near the showers, after cleaning himself up and borrowing a pair of track pants he stepped outside.
Another lucky moment, because everyone had gone home, he imagined the entire school would be waiting on him ready to laugh at him while the major revealed a solid bronze statue to commemorate the day he shit his pants during his final exams.
And yet another lucky break was that the school board had an emergency meeting and decided to postpone the exams till next week.
He knew no girl would ever want to date the guy that shit himself during the final exam.
And telling girls he’s incontinence wont make the pity him enough for one of them to go to the prom with him.
At least he would get a second chance at doing the exam, and he knew that he would nail it next time.
And not to forget to wear a diaper!
Oh you want an happy ending?
Well, he passed his exams.
Still not happy enough?
It turned out everyone had the same problem he had.
No they didn’t all shit their pants but they were all struggling to remember anything they studied.
So everyone did a much better job the second time, and he was their hero.
He took two girls to the prom, Dia and Per.
No, really those were their names..
The sports hall was lined with rows of tables and chairs, with a teenager seated on each.
At the front of the room teachers were marching back and fort before a large board, while some walked the aisles trying to spot cheaters.
Time was ticking away on the giant clock above the board.
Occasionally the clicking of a pen or rustling of paper.
He was thinking as hard as he could but it was like he had forgotten everything he had learned in the past years, he wondered if after the test he would still remember how to walk or if in a minute or two he would forget how to breath.
‘Is that even possible?’ He wondered.
He was thinking so hard he no longer heard the footsteps of the examiners walking around him, and he could hear a strange sound, he was in a uncharted place in his mind he never knew existed.
The sound reminded him of the sound a fridge makes, specifically how it sounds in the middle of the night, fridges never took breaks.
‘They just keep on working, keeping things inside cool and things in his head frozen.’ He thought.
Maybe his brain was the same, all the answers were frozen and stuck in his head somewhere, icicles hanging from his hippocampus.
The school bell rings, but not for them but for the other students in the building, telling them to go to their next class.
He is back in the sports hall, staring at a blank sheet again.
After the sounds of the stampede of students in the corridors have faded away he starts reading the question over and over again.
He hears others scribbling down answers, ‘How are they going at such a fast pace?’ He wonders.
His worst nightmare would be messing up his final exams, if he flunks this he would be forced to work in the mailroom of the office his father works at.
So he gave it one more go and focused as hard as he possibly could.
His jaws were closed shut and all his blood was rushing to his head, a extended, “Hnn”, starts leaving his mouth.
He was starting to feel light headed and nothing was happening, not a single thought about anything in the exam.
He relaxed his head again and all the excessive blood rushed back to the places that needed it the most.
A teacher sitting at the front of his row clears his throat.
‘Or was he trying to cough?’ He thought to himself.
The evil look on the teacher’s face was clearly aimed to him, so he pointed his nose back onto his table.
And when he finally started on writing his name down onto his answers sheet he felt something warm running down the back of his upper left leg, it was liquid but thick and was slowly streaming down the inside of his knee and down to his ankles.
It filled up his shoe and was making a brown puddle underneath his seat.
And faster than you can say;
‘King Kong has a big dong.’ (Which was a weird study aid he made to remember which class he was in.)
The revolting smell of the burrito feast he had last night started to move through the entire hall, breaking everyone’s concentration and fresh air supply.
Everyone panicked and ran outside as fast as they could.
The teacher sitting at the front of his row coughs.
‘Or was he throwing up?’ he thought to himself.
And before he knew it he was surrounded by all the teachers.
They understood what had happened, but failed to include it in the specially devised emergency plans for the final exams.
They were prepared for things like terrorist attacks to any of the ten plagues.
Luck for him he was in the sports hall so near the showers, after cleaning himself up and borrowing a pair of track pants he stepped outside.
Another lucky moment, because everyone had gone home, he imagined the entire school would be waiting on him ready to laugh at him while the major revealed a solid bronze statue to commemorate the day he shit his pants during his final exams.
And yet another lucky break was that the school board had an emergency meeting and decided to postpone the exams till next week.
He knew no girl would ever want to date the guy that shit himself during the final exam.
And telling girls he’s incontinence wont make the pity him enough for one of them to go to the prom with him.
At least he would get a second chance at doing the exam, and he knew that he would nail it next time.
And not to forget to wear a diaper!
Oh you want an happy ending?
Well, he passed his exams.
Still not happy enough?
It turned out everyone had the same problem he had.
No they didn’t all shit their pants but they were all struggling to remember anything they studied.
So everyone did a much better job the second time, and he was their hero.
He took two girls to the prom, Dia and Per.
No, really those were their names..
