The Big Day
It's 7:00 AM, I'm up nursing coffee and preparing for the biggest test I've ever faced. I never took the SATs or any of the other acronymed tests, but I've taken a good number of essay exams. None of them were six hours long, required me to know as many works, or to get up as early in the morning. And none of the tests I've taken thus far would confer on me a degree - but this test will do just that. I've read some thousands of pages to prepare for this; I've been reading for weeks. I've taken more notes than I care to recount. In just a minute, I'll be getting up to shower and head on out -
- and I'm so scared. It doesn't matter how rational it is to be scared, I am anyway. When you're a small child, things can be called to a halt because of your fears. You can cry and beg off, and most adults will oblige you. But I wouldn't call this off or evade it, even if I wanted to. I'm as ready as I'm going to be. It's my cue and my turn.
See you after the show.