I feel the compelling need to complain.
When the sudden waves of I-am-so-screwed come, it's hard to concentrate on anything and I feel like staging a protest against examinations. They rob you of mental soundness.
And my goodness, I can't help but think how there are thousands other people in this same predicament, and thousands of other people who've gone through it before (and survived), so why can't I just shut up and start doing something about my life.
Maybe on 18 November I'll miss worrying about nothing else but my A Level grades, considering how I already find the prospect of doing a few more personal statements way daunting.