Sat my Finals over 20 years ago, got a low 2:1 but already had a graduate milk round job lined up so not too disappointed. I’m still ticking along fairly happily in that career, still happily married to my uni boyfriend, life was good before Covid and hopefully will be again.
Yet I have begun having a recurring nightmare at least once a month that I have failed my Finals, or have mixed up the exam timetable, or missed the bus to the exams. Always wake up heart racing, drenched in sweat, and then an overwhelming sense of relief.
What is my psyche trying to tell me please?