This is a Test.

This is a test.

I look like a mess.

Hair in a craze, eyes in a daze.

“To much information…” I say.

Memorizing dates, definitions, and names, all to get that beloved grade A.

Finally I sit in an unfamiliar room. I better not have forgotten my #2.

I look at the test with fear in my eyes.

The format is hard to read.

I am pleading with God to help me to remember everything. 

I cannot recall what happens between the start and finish, but im left feeling weak and famished. 

I walk down the short hall to see my score upon the wall.

I am disappointed. 

That is all.