I sit there in silence as I prepare to take the SATs.

With all the pressure on me, I think I’m ready to take the test… Right? The man hands me the test and I pick up my number two pencil. Staring at the booklet, I begin getting distracted easily. Someone coughs, I check who it is.

Is he all right? What if I’m sick the day of my college interview? Wait, which college did I choose again? Oh right, NYU was my first choice. That’s in a big city. What if I don’t find it my first day? Do I go a few days before to unpack and everything or is there a special date? I wonder if I’ll meet anyone new there. Like some cool friends…

AH! The small hand is on the nine! It was just on the eight! Or was it the big hand? What if the clock fell and like, then we had to postpone the test? Like that’s possible, get a grip. Grip. That word sounds weird, but I guess it goes with the saying because when you grip on something you hold on to it. Which is reality in this case—

“Okay, please turn in your tests!”

C!
C!
Uh, C, E!