The Exam

The Daily Post – Study

“Are you ready?” Mom’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead. The usual ‘good morning’ or ‘did you sleep well?’ clearly would not be a part of our morning’s pre-breakfast banter.

I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?” I pulled a mug out of the cupboard and filled it with coffee, leaving just enough room to add cream and sugar.

“Must have been a late one.” Mom winked as she filled her own mug with coffee.

My eyes watered as a yawn stretched my mouth wide. “Later than I planned.” I’d been studying for days or maybe even weeks; I couldn’t remember. I plunked myself down at the table and closed my eyes.

“Well, you’ll do just fine. Here, I made you breakfast.” Mom placed a plate with scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, and some fresh fruit in front of me.

I wished I had as much confidence with my studies as she did. “No bacon?” I played in the eggs with my fork.

“Afraid not.”

We ate our breakfast in silence; my brain rattled off everything I’d studied throughout the night and early morning hours. I didn’t bother trying to stop it.

“Well, I’ve got to run.” Mom picked up her empty plate and placed it into the sink. She grabbed her keys and purse and kissed me on top of the head. “Good luck!” She called out as she headed out the door.

I pulled into the testing centre; the clock in the car showed I still had a half hour. I tried to remember the drive, which was much quicker than I’d expected, but it was all a blur.

Once inside, I found a quiet place in the corner of a large waiting area and closed my eyes. I focused my thoughts on my breath, feeling my lungs inflate and deflate. My pulse slowed and the constant chatter in my head quieted.

My eyes opened several minutes later to a room full of people and their quiet chatter. A slow smile spread across my lips as confidence washed over me. I was ready.

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