Quanto odio la mia scuola, ovvero, l' odissea degli esami!

I doubt strongly that anyone will ever read my posts, but since I joined LJ, I thought I should use my account at least once or twice: that means I' m going to annoy and bore all you unfortunate fellows who happen to pass by, with my inconclusive blabbering. You have been warned!
In any case, today I went to the seat of my beloved University (sarcasm, what a good thing!) to give a stupid exam about Biology and Genetics, something I' ve been dragging on for, I don' t know, 2 years? And WITHOUT knowing! Yes, because I thought that since I did another exam related to this, I didn' t have to do this anymore. Fortunately, I found a list of the credits I need to graduate, and realized something was wrong.
I' ve been lucky I found out that today there was a call, so I have enrolled for the damn examination, not after cursing my own stupidity. Then today, at 9:30, pissed off to no end, I went to the place realizing I didn' t even read the stuff I was supposed to know for the day (this because I' m studying for another exam on 02-13 which is far more important). Once in, I found out that I didn' t know anyone of the guys there, mostly because my classmates are a little more clever than me and did this stupid thing 2 years ago.
The first part of the test was really rubbish, I mean, even someone like ME, who doesn' t open a Biology book since the 4th year of the high school, is pretty sure that part is passed. The second one was impossible, though. I only hope I have reached the score necessary to say I' ve passed the whole test!
I must say, there were a lot of guys who kept me company in this, who knew what, or even less than I do: I spent the 2 hours of the test watching the others on the verge of tears because of frustration, trying in vain help from their friends or even strangers! In that chaos the only thing I could think of (and it wasn' t my test) was the strange and temporary form of complicity that only students giving exams are able to put on: the kind of complicity which makes you try to help the guy near you even if you don' t even know his/her name or the kind of person he/she is. I think it happens in every kind of school you go, from kindergarten to University, and I think also that it is the most gratifying sensation you can feel and even one of the good thing you get from attending schools.
However, I' m waiting anxiously next week to find out how I did this damn thing.
Cross your fingers for me!

And damn!
It took me nearly 20 minutes to translate this thing from the original Italian one I wrote as proof. And here I thought I was good at English: I suck instead!