“Don’t stress out, just answer what you can and don’t worry about the rest.”
I sat at the desk with the booklet spread out.
The timer was set for each question.
I couldn’t think of actresses with red hair.
Or animals you find in a barn.
It was beyond me to come up fruits too.
Then they wanted me to match things. That had no business being matched. But I couldn’t do what they wanted.
I got frustrated.
I got so scared at my inability to make my brain work.
They had to stop the testing process so I could weep and feel stupid.
I knew I couldn’t think of the answers.
The timer sounded like a gong in my ears, telling me I was running out of time.
I’m sure that some people have nightmares of boogeymen and creaking hallways.
My nightmares have ticking clocks and questions I can’t answer.