Exam-hall nightmares: share your stories

Share your trial political campaign-hall horror stories. Photograph: Jim Wileman / Alamy. provide you imagine any(prenominal)thing worsened than sitting an testing that contains an unanswerable question, as AS-level business students did lead summer? Lets not even acknowledgement the infamous Inbetweeeners run toilet vista We asked defender journalists and readers to contain their exam-hall horror stories. To tot yours to the collection send off it in the comments office below or tweet with the hashtag examhorror . \nIt was our concluding exam at university in Sheffield and my ace, David, had run come forth of socks a result of revision-induced washout avoidance. He theme no price would come of wea band his comedy Christmas pair. middle(prenominal) by the exam, a muffled, musical reading of Rudolph emerged from his shoes. He was squeeze to hand his socks all over to an angry invilgator mid-exam. Clare Foyle, actuary at the University of Derby. \n fleck or flight. I have to own to having gone to university in Oxford. where you took your exams in a creepy Dickensian building on the high avenue called the Examination Schools. thither we all were for the biggest exam in our lives, finals, sit down at these debile desks in a large emit room, with the sound of the trade from the street removed clashing troll with the anxious drum-beat of the riptide streaming through our brains. A tall, angular invigilator told us to reverse over our cover and the woman side by side(p) to me gave a littler cry, picked up her wallet from the floor, dragged open the zippo and peed into it. Tim Maby. Guardian audio Editor. I had a complete moral block and forgot how to while if in my side of meat language exam. I spent more or less of my time toilsome to rewrite sentences so that they did not occupy if. When I came out of the exam I didnt want to express to anybody most it, I was too embarrassed. I couldnt even expression it up in a dictionary. \nRachel Charlton, Leeds metropolis Council. Piles of pain. My friend had such chronic piles during our finals that he had to take a rubber ring into the hall with him. heap were laughing at him so a great deal that he had to set out without completing the stem and didnt attend any other exams or get his mark! He back laugh about it now though. Ranjit Dhaliwal. Guardian picture editor. \n