MYAS are scary.
They can actually reduce one to the state of forgone nights, endless cups of milo (tummy fuel xD) and drive one to the point of becoming bald-eyed.
D:
You can just imagine the panic. The last minute revisions where time is never enough.
And on the day itself.
The horrified faces. Sighs and silent cursing of "Why hadn't I studied this?" What merriment there ever was in the classroom now dissipates into anxiety. Foreboding. And then the silent realisation of one's own doom.

The bell rings. It isn't even the end of the test yet.
Thirty-odd heads jerk up in a momentary frenzy.
Pens lash at the papers.
The draining of brain juices until one gets what you dread the most: a mental block.
Before you know it, your time is up.
Too bad.

That's MY personal exposition.
Next stop: the results part.

don't strain the brain, scrooge. (x