Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for though art with me. Thy No.2 Pencil, thy Scantron, they comfort me. Thou preparst me a desk in the presence of mine teachers. Thou annointest my mind with caffeine. My mind runneth over.

Good luck to anyone in the same vein, break a leg and come out swinging.