Today was the final exam for the study of prayer.
The Royal Law University's final exams weren't like the "exam week" Aiwass had experienced in his previous life—all subjects were completed and then everyone took their exams over a few days. Instead, they were flamboyant and distinct for each course.
The format and grading criteria were determined by the lecturers themselves, as long as the Dean signed off in agreement.
Miss Maya, a bit lazy and averse to trouble, simply issued a test full of fill-in-the-blank and short answer questions, testing who to pray to and how to pray under various circumstances. She handed it to Aiwass and the others during the last session of their class. She was in charge of proctoring the exam herself.
The content on the test wasn't voluminous. If one wrote without stopping, it could probably be finished in less than half an hour.