"I wake up and realize that my final exam is today. I don't know why I didn't know it is today or why I am so horribly unprepared. I didn't attend most of the classes. Neither did I study for this important test. How could I be so stupid? I am most certainly going to fail. Maybe I could cheat? Maybe I can fake an illness and get a postponement? If I fail, they will kick me out of the engineering program. Moreover, if they kick me out, my parents will surely kick me out of the house. They warned me that this would happen should I fail. What am I going to do? Oh God! Help me!"

And then I wake up...

I wake up and realize that I am no longer in university. I haven't stepped foot on any college campus in over ten years. The iron ring is still on my finger, snug and secure as it once was when the Warden placed it there and I swore my oath to the Order. I am no longer a student. I'm a professional now. I did my studies, and I paid my dues. Those long sweaty nights where every ounce of my free time was spent studying has long gone. Girls wouldn't even look at me back in those days because my priorities were skewed. In those days, studying and beer were my firstmost priority. Everything else was secondary. That life is long gone. So why do I still have these dreams? After I graduated, I would have them once a week. Now I have them maybe once every six months, usually when I am nervous or anxious about something...

It's 5:45 am. As the morning fog lifts and I rub the crud from my eyes, I realize why I am so anxious. Or rather, why my subconscious is doing a "life rewind" on me. SS's final exam is today. I corrected some of the worksheets he has been working on during the week. In my opinion, SS could use a little bit more time to study, but at this point, I think I have done everything I could to help the boy.

Good luck SS.