Biting the inside of my cheeks, nibbling on my nails, pulling my hair, I feel too sick, too empty, to eat.
Hot then cold, pulling my jacket on and off, tapping my feet and my pencil shakily.
Last night I was ready. The answers were all there. Now, they are so far back in my mind that even the smallest of distractions makes my memory disappear. The kid across the room, chewing gum, I want to hit him. Tell him, “Shut up, I’m trying to remember!”
But there’s no talking allowed during a test.