Anxiety
Sep 5, 2018 · 4 min read

If I craned my neck, I could see my car on the street below. I waited until the proctor turned his back, then shot a glance.
All clear.
I wiped my right hand lengthwise along my jeans and grabbed my pencil. The AC was broken and an uncomfortable layer of sweat coated my skin. I sketched out a long division problem in the margin of the paper. No calculators allowed. Why? I finished the problem and for the nth time that…


