Exam stress

I had forgotten the joy of exam stress.

Except this time the exams are hers and the stress is mine.

'So you are going to do some work today?' I enquire, as sweetly as possible.
'I'm on it!' she barks back at me, not moving from where she is lying on my bed, sucking her thumb.

Tonight I asked again, pointing out that after the last exam she phoned me in a big panic, having referred to me as nothing but 'Stresshead' for days before hand.
'They're my exams,' she announced, 'and if I want to fail, I will.'
'Fine,' I pointed out, 'but you'll need to be thinking about where you're going to live, because you're not staying here.'

Oh, the joy of exams.