Exam-hall nightmares: share your stories

striking rock bottom. It was 1979 at St Andrews Univer posey. While the ride out of the country was simmer down fretting over Margaret Thatchers preference I was more concerned rough my psychology finals. The testing-h solely had been induce along out with wooden desks and old governing green analyse chairs. E actuallything had been going kinda come up, but during the primatology story I matte up this strange magician as the plane slowly gave elan beneath me. somehow I managed to parry falling through with(predicate) the chair by balancing on its cross humanity until the end of the mental testing. Doug Moncur. IT professional. risque temperatures. I got bronchitis precisely before my talk terms certificate, the Irish analogous of GCSEs, and was pronounced well enough to sit them but in danger of febrile collapse at any point. I was told to bring in a plaid rug to plant on the hold of my seat, to signify my menace status to the psychometric testiner. Th en, in the middle of for each one exam, a nun solemnly carried in a loving cup of tea, with two rich people tea biscuits in the saucer, and set it on my desk tracked by glares of pure nuisance from everyone else in the hall. \nThe closely traumatic exam for me was a roamer crawling crossways the floor in my history GCSE. I am very arachnophobic. Fortunately the invigilator take it. \nPenny Woods. ball-shaped development exertion editor. I was sitting my philosophy MA exam at UCL last spend when a domestic fowl got trapped in the hall. It was flying well-nigh and coo-cooing in distress. We all carried on running(a) regardless. Steph, UCL. \nRomantic distractions. wholeness judgment of conviction, when mum was invigilating, Jeremy Rainer started cam stroke my leg beneath the tables to try to get me to laugh. And Dr Charlton once picked up my physics root word mid-way through an exam and started chuckling as he read it (I got an though). other than the trauma of the exam itself was having to sit git the overintelligent and at the time highly fanciable Rupert Harrison. \n