Rubbing my hands against the fabric of my jeans, it was getting hard for me to swallow. There were too many numbers and symbols, which my brain recognized, but couldn't conceive myself to understand, at least not good enough to solve the problems. Heaving a sigh, I told myself to calm down. I had to remind myself to breathe at a steady pace.
Please, don't tell me you're going to pass out. I pressed my eyes closed tightly. There wasn't mockery in his voice, but still, I didn't want him inside of my head at the moment. My nervousness was distracting enough. You studied for this test, all weekend. You can do it. Come on.
I took the pencil once more. My eyes fixed on the first exercise. And even, with sweaty hands and even when a wave of nausea engulfed me, threatening to take my breakfast o
