There’s a pen in my hand, its shaking
I’m wishing i’m not there
My stomach is churning…rumbling
struggling to fight the mighty stress
As the examiner asks us to begin the exam
I realized….my memory’s wiped! !
A flashback starts…the image of books on my desk
A pile so big it would reach the top of Everest
There are so many books filled with information..
How could I fail?
All that work…all that support
I looked at the time…
…I’m five minutes into my exam
My ears are blocked
Is the pressure really that bad?
Can stress change the future?
Will it predict my grade?
No, I can’t let this happen
I’m so stressed
My brain; it’s like living in a freezer…
I’m tearing my hair..pulling it out of my head
I can’t bare the stress
But its a situation everyone has been in…
And the only way to overcome this paralyzing stress…
…..Is to face it