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.