June, one of the months I hate the most. For all students in Belgium no matter if you are going to highschool, college or university. June means one thing, exams.

They come knocking on your door like the grim reaper. Never welcome, but never going away till the task has been completed. And then, the day of the first exam is there. The night before was bad. Sitting in bed thinking what your professor is going to ask. Pondering over the course and most importantly, blaming yourself for not going to class more. You make a promise there, that next semester you'll go more often.

You won't.

You sleep bad, you wake up at 2am, 3am, 4am and at 6am you drag yourself out of bed. You look at your coursebooks and you know what day it is. EXAM-DAY. You try to eat breakfast but you are not hungry. It's time to take a shower, put some clothes on and leave. I had to take the bus. Dreadful. I hate public transportation already, and now on this awful day I need to take it aswel. You wonder why you left your car/bike at home and squeeze yourself between some giggling girls.

After you arrive the stress is peaking. Boys and girls chirping to each other about their exam. Several people make a hasty exit for the toilets. You slowly drag yourself to the place where you will have your exam. You sit down. No way back anymore. It's now or never, do or die. You get the questions. You know some answers, some you don't.

After some hours you are done and go home. Sitting on that bus you hear people discuss what they filled in and you realise how many mistakes you made. But you have no time to look back, you have another exam to study. It can be the next day or some days in between, but one thing is for sure. That day, will come and it will be another awful, awful day.