Math Bombs and Brain lock-ups.

Study, study, study and so I did. I walk into class with confidence as I have already scored high marks on every single quiz I have ever taken. I take out my trusted mechanical pencil that I have been using for years and the good old fashioned "click" style retractable eraser.

Then the professor places the test in front of me.

"What just happened?" I asked myself. Any and all process of thought has simply frozen like a dripping outdoor faucet of knowledge on a early morning Alaskan Winter. I feel my skin turn to stone and I search the deepest chasms of my brain for the smallest bit of knowledge. I ask myself again. "What just happened?"

The faculty and other students call this test anxiety. I call it pure fucking frustration. Similar to forgetting your best friends name when introducing him or her to a more recent friend. You know what it is, but your soft wrinkled mass of jello you call a brain refuses to report the information to your mouth; the mouth that which is now spitting out only sounds such as "um" and "uh."

So now everything comes to a crashing halt.

There I sit. Nearly motionless. The only movement is a nervous twitch from my right hand gripping the pencil tightly. Everything that I have learned such as Slope-Y intercept formula is gone. Luckily I remembered to wear pants.

Oh why brain have you forsaken me?

I find comfort in calling an old friend. Old as in time apart, not the actual age. She provides me spiritual and emotional comfort as I hold back the tears of rage knowing that soon my precious grade point average will slip.