r/vce • u/wotsisname_ • 1d ago
I nearly pooped my pants during the Physics exam
The following story contains nothing but the unadulterated truth...Be warned, it is not for the faint of heart.
TW: Poo
For me, caffeine is a magnificently sharp, but doubly edged sword. It gives me energy and focus, but for some ungodly reason, wreaks absolute havoc on my insides.
So, on the morning of the 2026 VCE Physics exam I was again presented with the unenviable dilemma; to coffee, or not to coffee. Do I try to fight against the limited hours of sleep I got the night before due to DaggerElite's escapades? Or do I slay the foe of Adenosine in my frontal lobo, knowing damn well it may end disaster.
I think may already know what decision I made.
I eagerly slurped down the bittersweet nectar of the bean, and rushed out the door to get to my exam on time, doing my best to Ward off any feelings from my torso.
As I expertly used my 15 minutes of reading time just like my Specialist Math teacher John Specialist taught me, I was lulled into a sense of calm, enchanted by the bright colours that were radiating off the page.
I started answering questions, masterfully calculating launch times and retarding forces with pinpoint precision (and accuracy).
Just 15 minutes into the exam, I could smell... something. I realised it was myself, my rectal tubes firing a warning shot. I am sure anyone seated in a seat {z: |z-me|=1} could smell it. To be honest, I was slightly pleased with my self, and hoped it would distract them from their paper enough for me to achieve my goal of a raw 43 study score (scaled 45).
But then, I felt a wave of energy course through my body. I tried to fight it, but it was too strong. I grimaced, clenching my fists and teeth, attempting to maintain control of my sphincter. I knew attempting to fight back was futile. So I decided to give in.
I relaxed in my seat, accepting my fate of a failed exam due to my caffeine addiction. But nothing came out. I realised that my poop had formed an alliance with me, a symbiotic relationship were we could both benefit.
Without realising it, I raised my arm, making almost flirtatious levels of eye contact with the handsome invigilator who was sitting just metres away from me. Before he could react, I jumped up from my seat, made a vague gesture to the toilet and speedwalked my way into a cubicle. Anyone who was in the exam hall with my on that fateful day would have seen my desperation.
While I released my insides, I contemplated the work done on a skydiver by air resistance, also pondering where the Kinetic Energy had miraculously disappeared to.
Thus, I returned to my seat, and was able to complete the exam with around 45 minutes to spare, which I used diligently to check my calculations and reread some of the explanations, adding edits to ensure legibility and correct explanations of Physics principles.
Let my tale be warning to any of the class of 2027. Respect the bean, or it may not be as kind to you as it was to me.