A Final Final

In school, I often got test anxiety. In college, I had my legs crossed throughout the two hours I was taking my final. I was wearing a skirt and a slightly too warm sweater. I didn’t realize how nervous I was in this last Spanish class.

However, in the few short steps it took to walk to the professor’s desk, my legs gave out and I fell on my knees with my hands landing on the floor with a violent Smack. The class was shocked as was I. The professor immediately gasped, “Senorita, are you all right?”

It must have been the grace of God because somehow in a split second, I stood up, regained my composure, tossed the final on his desk, smiled and replied, “Yes. It was just a killer of a test!”

For those few minutes I was the star of the class. We all laughed together and I exited gracefully.

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