Dementors of the Exam Hall

The word that’s been eating my sleep for weeks is finally behind me—the theoretical half of it, anyway. My intermediate vocational exam took place at the Berliner Modecenter, a fashion trade center in Berlin being repurposed, somewhat incongruously, as an exam venue, under the watchful orbit of slowly circling proctors who reminded me of nothing so much as the Dementors from Harry Potter: purposeful, inexorable, and mildly threatening just by existing in the room.

It went surprisingly well. I wrote something coherent in every section, had no blackout—two things worth noting. Now I’m eating fries and recovering before the practical component kicks in: building a website for some museum. I’m so excited. Not.