There is always an exam

The School's signature move, reported more than any other detail: the exam. Today. For a class you never attended, in a room you cannot find, on a subject that dissolves when you try to name it.

I have sat that exam more times than any real test in my life. Sometimes I find the room and the paper is blank. Once the paper was in a language I could almost read, which was somehow worse.

What form does yours take? A final, a presentation, a locker combination you have to produce on demand? And has anyone ever — even once — actually passed?