Almost there.

I guess you could say that's why I've been studying for the past six and a half hours.
My mom would probably ask if failing this test would take away my eternal salvation
to which I would promptly reply, "yes, mother," and quickly add a little something about
how failing would eventually lead me to becoming a sociopath.
It's unfortunate, really, that so much in life depends on tests. If I could
prove myself through music or art, I guarantee I wouldn't be who I am today. I
guarantee you'd know me as more than a wallflower.