A few hours

Today was the day of my exam, and I admit, I was not as prepared as I should have been. But despite my lack of readiness, I decided to take matters into my own hands and make the best of the situation. So, I woke up earlier than usual, about three hours before the exam was scheduled to start.
I left my house with determination in my heart and quickly made my way to school, hoping to carve out some much-needed time to revise in a silent and cool environment. Upon arrival, I found a quiet spot in the library, set up my books and notes, and took a seat. As I immersed myself into my reading, I couldn't help but feel the pressure of time ticking away. I navigated through pages, trying to grasp as much information as possible before the exam began.
Thankfully, I was able to download and read some important pages, bits and pieces of the scheme, before the clock signaled the start of the exam. However, deep down, I knew I hadn't covered even half of what the scheme required. Nonetheless, I remained optimistic and hopeful for the best outcome. After all, what more could I do at that point?
As the time for the exam arrived, I gathered my belongings and proceeded to the examination hall, joining my classmates as we waited in anticipation. The exam paper was handed to me, and as I skimmed through the questions, a wave of tension washed over me. It was tough; I must admit. I struggled through some of the questions, my mind racing to recall information from my last-minute studying. I attempted to answer every question to the best of my ability, reasoning and recalling any relevant information I could muster.
Soon, the exam was over, and I submitted my paper with a glimmer of hope in my heart. The feelings of uncertainty plagued my thoughts as I left the examination hall, watching my fellow students discuss their answers and inevitably comparing note. I could only hope to have done enough, to have earned at least a pass for my efforts.
I left my house with determination in my heart and quickly made my way to school, hoping to carve out some much-needed time to revise in a silent and cool environment. Upon arrival, I found a quiet spot in the library, set up my books and notes, and took a seat. As I immersed myself into my reading, I couldn't help but feel the pressure of time ticking away. I navigated through pages, trying to grasp as much information as possible before the exam began.
Thankfully, I was able to download and read some important pages, bits and pieces of the scheme, before the clock signaled the start of the exam. However, deep down, I knew I hadn't covered even half of what the scheme required. Nonetheless, I remained optimistic and hopeful for the best outcome. After all, what more could I do at that point?
As the time for the exam arrived, I gathered my belongings and proceeded to the examination hall, joining my classmates as we waited in anticipation. The exam paper was handed to me, and as I skimmed through the questions, a wave of tension washed over me. It was tough; I must admit. I struggled through some of the questions, my mind racing to recall information from my last-minute studying. I attempted to answer every question to the best of my ability, reasoning and recalling any relevant information I could muster.
Soon, the exam was over, and I submitted my paper with a glimmer of hope in my heart. The feelings of uncertainty plagued my thoughts as I left the examination hall, watching my fellow students discuss their answers and inevitably comparing note. I could only hope to have done enough, to have earned at least a pass for my efforts.