I hate timed tests. I’ve hated them since the dawn of time, when multiplication tables came into being, and I discovered that teachers have a universal love of forcing you to do something difficult in only a few minutes. It’s over quickly at least, but the stress is still enough to keep you up nights.
And then there was Statistics. I like the subject enough in class, and when I’m working on my homework assignments. But two hour midterms when your internet dies and the stats program freezes are a different story. That was my evening.
Give me a week to prepare and I’ll ace a test. But put a highly restrictive time limit on that test, and I’ll freeze and crack and melt onto the carpet like a puddle of Calamine-colored puke.
Luckily, there’s a Pizza Hut in this town. Also luckily I have friends who like me enough to agree to play Trivial Pursuit with me on a Friday night.