The Challenging Exam

I never had trouble thinking or remembering things, but, actually, I wasn’t interested in studying. I considered that school killed creativity. I preferred to watch films, use social networks and hang around with my friends. As the result of it, I was never at the top of the class. Honestly, I was one of the worst pupils and my classmates thought I was weird. Anyway, I was an obstinate and rebellious teenager, I had no respect for rules or authorities. A sad thing, but nothing unusual.
That year, I failed four out of five of my classes and received notice that I was going to be expelled. It was going to be the third time a school kicked me out. My teacher was going to give a call to my parents and it could be the end of my life. That’s why I had to solve the problem.
Like millions of other teenagers, I had no idea what I was going to do with my life, but I was absolutely sure that the education was not so necessary. My teacher told me that I had to take five exams over a period of two weeks. That was almost impossible to do, but I had no choice.
Those two weeks I was as busy as a bee, I studied really hard, like never before. I remember one of my friends in school laughing at me, because he/she couldn’t believe that I was sitting at a beige wooden desk, faced with piles of revision files, frazzled and frustrated by my tight schedule. However, two weeks went by too fast. The first and_most difficult and important exam was History. To be honest, I didn’t think I could pass. There was so much material to revise — how could I possibly learn it all? The answer wasn’t glamorous — it was pure terror! Seriously, I was so nervous about the exam that I couldn't sleep at night. I tried my hardest to pass, but I started thinking about alternative ways of avoiding the punishment, in case I simply couldn’t do it. Sitting in the classroom and after reading the text, I started with the first task and felt really good because most of the questions were about areas I had covered. I wasn't sure about two or three of my answers, but I made the best educated guess.
The week after the exam, the results were posted publicly. I was so nervous waiting for them to be posted. My name was on the pass list. It meant that I had passed the exam. I was so happy and proud of myself that I dashed off the building, skipping and screaming. :D