Chapter 10

When the exam comes closer, I'm all of a tingle. My body is reacting like there's a gorilla about to beat the crap out of me instead of being faced with a sheet of questions in General Psychology. In the cool of the classroom I can ace this stuff, I know I can. But my body is preparing for a marathon instead of sitting still for a couple of hours. I'm going to sit on that wooden chair while my brain fights the urge to walk -no run like hell - out the door. I won't though, I'll sit and write the test, but when my mind is in full on freak-out mode it's hard recall the details.

“Begin.”

I let out a deep sigh as I held the rollerball pen tightly. Chewing my lip, I closed my eyes and began recalling the main topics that we discussed last month. My friends always say that I have a photographic memory. They didn’t lie though. But study also says that there’s no proof that it does exist. Well, should I tell them about my existence?

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