So.

She was done.  First to finish, as usual.  She surreptitiously glanced at her seatmates and saw that the elderly gentleman on her right was still working on question number forty-nine.  Really, they shouldn’t make them sit this close together during online assessments.  And the girl on her left, well it didn’t come as a shock to see her staring hard at her computer screen, mouthing the words to question twenty-one.

She sighed.  A quick look at the huge ass wall clock told her that it was still a good forty minutes before the time was up.  She craned her neck to look at the facilitator—supposedly guarding them with the eyes of a hawk—only to see that he was busy fiddling with his phone.  Probably sexting his boytoy of the week.  Fag.

So.

She had two options, none of which seemed too particularly appealing: she could either sit here and wait it out or she could click that little red button screaming SUBMIT on the bottom right of the screen.

She’s not one for “reviewing” test questions, as she’s learned long ago that for her to over think that much would only bring a lower grade.  She’s learned that it’s always best to just trust her instincts when she’s doing these types of things.

And her instincts have never failed her before; she knew she was smart.  She was sure that she was going to ace this test, just like she’s aced all the tests before this one.

So she hovers the mouse pointer over the red button, totally prepared to click it when a sinking feeling hits her in the pit of her stomach.

What if she got one question wrong?

What if she got all the questions wrong?

What if she totally misunderstood question number thirty-nine?  That was a particularly tricky question, after all.

If she doesn’t get a perfect score on this test her transcript’s screwed, as she really wants, no needs, an A+ average for this term.

With feelings of stress she didn’t feel while taking the damned exam, she felt the bile rising up her throat.  Oh no, oh no, she’s not about to get sick over this.  She can’t, she just can’t.

The girl on her left’s giving her weird looks and she realized that she must’ve looked quite a sight: she felt cold beads of sweat on her forehead and she thinks that she must’ve been as green as she felt.

With a shaking hand, she finally clicked on the red button and held her breath.

“Congratulation! 100%”