take the test
3 years ago
I was woefully under-prepared. The thought of walking into the classroom made me physically ill. During the drive to school, I tried to run through all the possible excuses I could use to get out of taking the test. The walk into the building felt like a death march.
My heart was racing as I touched the classroom door. When the professor handed me the exam, I had to choke down bile. I closed my eyes, let the fear wash over me, counted to five, and then started to work.
I took the test. I probably made a 70%, but I took the test. And more importantly, I took responsibility for my lack of preparation.
