Man, what a madness! July 1st, the day the whole country goes into time crisis. 131,000 high school graduates, bro, are taking the Baccalaureate exam. The real science guys are struggling with Math, and the humanities ones, woe is them, with History. The exam started at 9:00, three hours of writing, like in prison.

Listen to what came up! At Subject I, based on a text about Alexandru Ioan Cuza. Man, Cuza, the guy who united the country and then they kicked him out. Oh my! At Subject II, rulers, and at Subject III, an essay about communism in the mid-20th century. Well, if you don't know that Ceaușescu was in power after 1965, you're toast. The official subjects and grading scale will be published at 15:00 on specialized websites. I myself waited with bated breath to see what Brian got, because he's entering the ring next year.

But, cousin, it's not all rosy. These infernal storms, bro! Especially in Bucharest, where a metro station was flooded and trams are stuck. Some students couldn't make it on time. Sorin Ion, the state secretary, said that those who are late for reasons beyond their control - meaning not their fault, you understand - can take the exam at 13:00 with backup subjects. At some high schools in Bucharest, students who were 10 minutes late were let in. Bravo, man, humanity! Because otherwise, if you made them wait until 13:00, they'd go crazy with nerves.

And the kicker, this test was supposed to be on Tuesday, June 30, but they postponed it at the last minute due to the red heatwave code. It's like a country of scoundrels, bro! It's raining buckets, there's a heatwave, storms... how are kids supposed to study? Mioara was saying that if Brian had taken it now, his brain would have exploded.

Now, wait for it: 131,000 candidates, of which 116,000 are from the current graduating class, and 15,000 are veterans, trying again. Thursday is the elective test, Friday is the mother tongue. I hope Brian doesn't end up on a second try, because I'll get beaten by Mioara.

So, bro, keep your fingers crossed for all these little ones, because the future is theirs. Or at least for those who don't fail the Bac.