The exam.

There I was, climbing up the stairs as if it were some of the himalayas walls, heading to the fluids mechanics department notification notice board. My weight seemed to have increased up to five hundred pounds and my brain was deep in a thick fog as a result of the last nightmares which had kept me awake for several days. The awful dream was always the same: I was sited sat on at my desk, in front of a stack of papers, hearing the watch tic-tac toc like the hammer-smith, with my hands on my head, desperate, wondering how I would be able to learn such an amount of things in only one night. But the fact was that I really had studied hard for that exam. When I reached the stairs in the hall there were already some school mates looking up their names on the list. I approached them with my heart beating like the drums of a salsa band and my throat, so dry that I couldn’t even gulp. I remained there for a while staring at the glassed panel trying to find my name.
The next thing that I remember was me, jumping in the street, levitating three palms over the ground and all the happiness of the world running through my veins. Yes, I had passed that exam.
Thanks for reading and correcting me.

well done Fidel :)