Pop Quiz

I walk into a desk-filled room where all are hunched and hard at work, and several pause to turn and glare at me, the late-arriving jerk. The teacher hands a small blue book, “So glad that you have found the place!” It is a Chemistry exam; the color drains out of my face. Some forty years now, out of school, yet still those nightmares make me sweat. Some people wish their dreams come true; trust me, that’s one I don’t regret!