Anxiety

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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…

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