They only meant to set the bar high –
our hopeful
looks was soon replaced
with a
grimace staring at numerous options
multiple
hurdles and possible scenarios
that only
confused the examinee
if you stare
at it for too long or
try to think
about it
even harder.
The night
before I spent the remaining hours
of my free
time packing my brain
with more
words that no longer
made sense to
me.
In the
attempt to soothe my nerves
I was
forbidden to open another book
or peek into
my notes
or even go
out for fresh air.
More than
just repeating lines, I asked myself
why I was
even doing this;
why did it
matter?
Should I
recall the name
and work of
someone
I have never
met?
Should I find
them lurking
at the back
of my head
trying to
prove their points
when the odds
are stacked
against me
and things
don’t match
up
as I expect?
That day when
we walked of the rooms
wiping the
sweat off our brows,
no one dared
to call it
a piece of
cake.
