This morning I get up at a half past six o’clock. It’s still dark. I feel tired. I went to bed at 1 am and did not sleep enough. If a person doesn’t sleep eight hours, it’s unhealthy, I know. But today I take an exam. It starts at 9 am and I have to take a 7-hour bus if I want to arrive on time. I’m going to take a cold shower, to have a big coffee before getting there.

Here I am in the bus. The people around me look tired too; I’m not the only one. But I think about my exam. I don’t like mathematics at all, I find it abstract, and there are too many rules. What’s the sense of all these rules? To tell the truth I don’t understand some of them.

The exam begins in ten minutes. I sit down and have a look at the other students, they are calm, and it seems they know everything. It’s only me who does not know. I’m sure I’ll be the only who will fail this exam, because I have not prepared enough. But I try not to panic.