Testing Environment

Such a loud silence Occasion anxious tapping Of a pencil or less often a foot Shifting uncomfortably while squeaking in their desks, in that too small of a space barely able to contain your racing, rowdy reflection Mere avoidance of the task at hand A hem of the heater, adding to the white noise A focus, to keep me from myself, from the melting clock praying that this point could pause the sounds never enough the din being either deathly and deafening or so subtle my skull is scrounging for sound Time feels rapid, every second becoming a minute My sweaty palms can not keep up with the equations slowing down to scrawls before supposition Heavy breathing, quick short breaths, calmness not nearing even with all of my efforts, faltering I become more riled I can't relax which makes it harder to relax ugh- a never ending cycle approaching frustrated tears Even, when I wrap up and turn in my efforts the anxiety will still burden me. -Left wondering if the negatives will balance out my GPA- A sensation I've come to see almost soothing in seemingly exponential time Allowing me to believe that even with this feeling of insanity I am still an integer a single in a statistic of a surplus A whole number,though, seemingly always there (hey this is really not what I expected from my draft but oh well)