I don't think I can.

Okay, so here's the deal: I am terrible at physics. I should not have taken it as an AS level subject, because while I understand the classwork, none of it ever sticks in my head long enough for it to be useful, and so when it comes to tests or homework, I fail miserably. After one term, I'm on an E. Bottom of the class, I suspect.
And with this knowledge so began my day of crappiness.
I woke up this morning without my voice. Speaking was necessary, however, so I persevered and it all just came out squeaky, and took my mini whiteboard to school just in case. By the time I got to school, it had gotten worse. MUCH worse, in fact, but I just chose nite to speak at all for a while, which came as a bit of a problem when I had to talk to my form tutor. By first period I had deemed myself mute, especially since attempting to sing the YMCA to my photography class caused a lot of laughter. I couldn't tell if they were laughing at my witty outburst or my voice.
Physics next, and a test. I asked the girl next to me to ask for a calculator for me, which she did, but my comedian physics teacher gavee a quizzical look, so I explained, "I've lost my voice," but he was laughing by "lost" and so there was no hope of him being mature about this. Which I was fine with. But then horror struck with an unexpected test! His advice was for everyone to draw a face on the cover to show how confident everyone was feeling before and after the test. I did a before, during and after. The before was screaming. During was almost crying, and the after was unconscious. Not quite accurate. At the start he came and sat in front of me, facing me, asking if I was alright. I wasn't, not at all, but people watching me work makes me uncomfortable so I said yes and carried on, mostly painfully. It was actually quite nice to not have to speak for 45 minutes. After the test, of which I completed a tiny amount, I began to lose all hope in me passing the subject. Even now I don't think it's looking good. As mine was the last paper he collected, I didn't hand it to him. I held it in my hand and asked for him to throw it away, not mark it, because the grade would only depress me. He took it from me, said he would mark it, then flicked through. As he flicked, I spoke with my pathetic little voice. "I actually spent a large portion of that test debating whether or not I should give up physics all together." I get the feeling he was masking some form of expression he didn't want to see as he handed it back to me and asked me to take it home.
By this point, and I'm not sure why, I had tears beginning to form. Blinked them away. He moved, putting the other papers down, and told me to come here. Admittedly my first thought was that it sounded like he was going to hug me, but of course not. I sat down, and he reclaimed the spot he'd taken at the start of the test, when he'd asked me if I was okay. Well no, I am definitely not okay now. Then came that classic question; "what are you finding difficult?" Exams, sir. I can't do them. I'm fine in lesson, but the tests? No. Not compatible. My mind goes blank and I can't concentrate, it's like reading through whitenoise.
More stuff was said, and he suggested again that I take the test home, have another go with my revision guide and textbook to hand, see if it helps. I'm a little doubtful, but I'm not a pessimist.
There was more encouraging talk, telling me that I can do this. It was around this point that I thought "hey that's nice, he actually sounds like he believes I can do this," which I'm not sure if he did on purpose. Either way, I told him that either way, I was tempted to quit but I'm not going to. I do not give up on things. "Good," he said. "Bring the test back on Tuesday and I'll go through it with you."
So I'm still not feeling confident. Nit at all. But I'll give it a go, and maybe, just maybe, I might come out on top.