Why Do I Have To Do This When I Rather Be Outside?

Today I felt like I took a jump back in time. Back to 9th grade midterms and finals. And now I remember why I hate it so much. I had to take an English test to prove to the university in London that I am able to follow the courses in English.
Most of my friends already said to me that I would do well, and I do speak English every day, but I am not at all a literate person. I somehow fell like that some of the things in the test would even be hard for a native English speaker, who is also not very literate.
I am crossing my fingers, arms and legs that the result is at least good enough to get me into school.