Pressure

It's 7:27 am this Saturday morning and I'm back at Henry Clay. The administrators are just beginning to set up the tables for registration which starts in 15 minutes. See, this is one of my biggest flaws: having the tendency to come early, even to events I find no particular enjoyment in. It's 7:32. Registration in 12 minutes, actual SAT in less than an hour. My palms are beginning to sweat. Standardized testing is not my forte. Actually, it can easily be said its my biggest fear. They tell you to relax and get a good nights sleep but how in the world is that possible knowing that the next day, before sunrise, you will be forced to sit in a room and determine your entire fate. That's just too much pressure. I mean we've all been in the same situation. You find yourself in a room in the early hours of the morning functioning on a restless night of tossing and turning. The teacher, it seems as if, is glaring you down waiting for you to mess up, to ruin your life. The clock mounted ONTHE wall sounds as if it's getting louder and louder with each passing tick...tock...tick...tock.  Oh god, 5 minutes until registration; 50 minutes until the test. Why do I choose to inflict this pain upon myself. I am in no way helping myself by psyching myself out this way. I could even potentially be impeding my score. This was just how I felt last year before the AP World History test except last year the panic got so bad I backed out of the test the morning of. Wimp, I know. But as I've said, standardized tests freak me out- the pressure is too great. Hopefully, this Sapnish Subject Test will go differently and I can finally overcome my fear. It's now 7:45 and time for registration. Time to approach the table and my fate.