Nervous as hell as I enter the teaching theator.
The Professor instructs us to leave all belongings at the front.
Their voice scrapes my ears like finger nails on a chalk board.
Leave all your belongings up front
Why did you bring your back pack? Idiot!
Only pencil and paper is allowed at your seat.
Think, think, think!
How else could I have prepared?
What else could I have studied?
Hope I brought my brain along.
I've never cheated in my life but I feel guilty as
The proctors circle us like prison guards.
The answeres come easy enough but still
The sweat builds up on my forehead.
My wide eyes, pale skin, and shaking hands
Betray the high score I'm sure I'll get.
Still, fear of failure is not the cause of this anxiety,
It's some other FEAR that seems to steal my sanity.