I had to do exams for a professional qualification at Wolverhampton Poly as it was then. It was freezing cold although it was June, I got soaked when I got off the train. They were holding the exam in a basement room that was freezing cold and banging doors resonated round the room constantly. The invigilator was a retired member of staff and everyone who was passing the room called in for a chat.
It was the most horrific experience and i was so fed up that about 30 minutes into the exam I stood up and ripped up my answer paper. There was a stunned silence, the visitor left, the invigilator brought me more paper and silence reigned for the rest of the exam, 2 hrs I think. I was still wet and cold but at least I could hear myself think.
I don't think I could ever face Wolverhampton again. Forty years on I'm still traumatised.
Glad you enjoyed it but I'll have to give it a miss.