Anxiety

Good morning, my dear readers! You know, for a moment, I nearly called you by my school's mascot. Whoops. Maybe it was a sort of habit-ish thing, from when I'd tailor all my speeches to my classmates. Oh well.

Anyways. Today. I have absolutely no idea what to expect, and that is making me more nervous than I care to be. Nervous in a different way from public speaking too, and it is definitely not a feeling I enjoy. Rather than be able to get up in front of everyone for a few minutes, blurt out everything I planned ahead of time, and sit back down and say it's over, I have to wait, and wait, and wait, and wait some more.

This French test is likely going to take at least half of the time slot allotted for it. I need to remember that. And I need to take advantage of that. I need to go slowly, make sure I don't make any stupid mistakes. And then double-check everything carefully. And if I run into something I don't know, I can't let myself panic.

You know, never before college did I ever come even close to having something that seemed a bit similar to test anxiety. I rarely even studied, and certainly never had to study for anything except literature and maybe my vocabulary list.

But now. Here I am dreading French and biology tests. I've studied French nearly nonstop all semester. And I've studied for this particular biology test based on the study guide nearly nonstop since my last important test that needed studying for.

I am sooo ready for this holiday. Oh, speaking of which, happy Friday the thirteenth, everyone! You know, some cultures find this day really lucky. Why do we Americans fear it?