First Ride (GCSEs)

First Ride

Here it came, my first day.

I didn't know what to feel,

I didn't know what to say.

My palms were sweaty,

And my knees became weak.

The pounding of my chest.

The trembling of my cheeks.

The tension in my feet.

Thoughts and numbers and figures rushed through my mind,

Like a waterfall.

Carefully trying to remember everything I'd been taught.

I strolled into the exam hall like a macho man.

But deep down.

I was agitated and alarmed.

Fearful and frightened.

Stressed and strained.

I knew I had to pass this test.

After it, I could rest.

I took my seat.

The inside of my blazer was wet with sweat. 

I rested my fidgety fingers on the desk.

My shoulders were two broad rocks.

I arranged my pens and pencils,

Rulers and rubbers, making sure I was in check.

I could feel the stiffness in my neck.

I closed my eyes and spoke to God.

"Lord, calm my nerves and help me concentrate.

I refuse to believe that failure is my fate.

Place your holy hand on my table,

And sprinkle your divine blood on my paper.

I acknowledge you as my Lord and saviour."

I opened my eyes.

The weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.

This was it!

Twelve years of schooling had led up to this.

I couldn't let my parents down.

The system will not make me look like a clown.

This is my time to shine.

When I walk out of this Exam Hall,

I will not cry.

I will march out with my head held high.