My exuberant potential is tarnishing with the exiguous tips lying on the side of a book. The most endearing quality for me would be for someone to guide me through this poignant dungeon -also baptised Cambridge IGCSE-. I meander through these piles of past papers, that are butted against the wall, with the dexterity of a master player shuffling cards, but each time my forlorn heap of tricks causes me to be obliterated. What can I do? Time is not a humble partner. After being meek in the classroom, these English exams just utter my volatile situation through a jeering sound as the page flails through the dry air. Even after veering through several resources, my position is hopeless and I can not crack the code to it. It would be the demise of me; it would be the demise of my hopes and it would be the demise of my dream of gleaming A*. Could I succeed in English? 'No' my ears buzz and what I believed to be my strength is unfortunately the malevolent hurdle to my future endeavours. However, the drudgery would end after my brain cells are tarnished by the overwhelming endorsed book which is the worst felon, with blatant useless stuff. Either I am insane, already diagnosed by the petitioners of condition imbecility and lack of cognitive ability, or this exam is too daunting. After a painstaking thought, I found out that my method of progressing English had chance of success even rarer than a sight of a blue moon. Clocks were ticking! My exam is in two days. What would a transition do? My exasperated thoughts were relieved by Oliver, who reminded me that people who gave their life for a goal always succeed. Patience is the key thing, despite battling against unprecedented comprehension and a carousel of emotions. I started solving specimen papers like a seasoned professional, slithering through the language analysis and seldom hyperbolic sentences. It felt like an out of world as the characters whispered seducing secrets of Shakespeareand Dickens. I felt immersed, hoisting myself along with the soldiers and trooping through the streets, fighting against the laden of examinations and crying yet chuckling as if teleporting through characters hastily.