My Night Before My Final Exam

As one of the teachers are announcing the things that are about to take place, the teacher tells the crowd that one of the fifth grade graduates "Tiffany Scales" is about to read a speech. Everyone was clapping and excited, for what reason I have no idea. So as the teacher announces my name to come forward, I do so with my heart beating fast as ever. I look unto the crowd and then I look at my paper and I begin to read it and talk into the microphone. As I am talking I can sense that my voice is getting really trembling and my hands are starting to sweat. I'm reading into my speech then all of a sudden I start crying. That is how nervous I was to the point that I started crying in front of everyone. My teacher immediately comes up forward and hugs me and she finished reading my speech for me. I am still at the podium wiping my tears and sniffing my nose

One night after writing a history paper, I was so tired I went to bed without eating. Around two in the morning I woke up scared for my life. My clothes were soaked with sweat, my head was spinning, my whole body was shaking, and I knew my blood sugar was horribly low. Getting out of bed, I went to my fridge to get something to eat. The next thing I know, I wake up in a hospital bed with both of my parents looking at me. I had been informed that I slipped into a coma for a day and I was lucky to be alive. My heart had also stopped beating when they found me. My only thoughts were that I had missed a day of classes.

Stress is a main aspect of the human condition, because everyone goes through a daily amount of stress, whether the problems come from school, family, even physical activities. The first time I felt a load of stress was earlier this year in fact, on a Thursday in September. I had many assignments due that day, and had a football game for band later as well. There was a reading check for “WHAP”, and the second I had seen the vocab and multiple choice questions my stomach started churning. There was sweat running down my face.... The notes I had took were horrendous, the thought of my French IP Practices the next period did not help either. Even though the day had finished and I did not have to stress over school anymore,

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

Breathe. Breathe in and out slowly and deeply. When you get stressed, you release adrenaline, which produces more stress and makes you panic. But by breathing slowly and deeply, you can reduce adrenaline levels, helping to center your body and clear your mind. TIP: Follow the 4-3-5 rule. Breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 3 seconds, and then release for 5 seconds. Repeat ten times.

As we walked in it was only a week before I would have to go to this school every day for a year. We went into the counselor office and everyone knew my mother but they didn’t know me and I felt the expectations of being her daughter fall onto my shoulders. The counselor Mrs. Avery started talking at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour throwing out what my options were but not giving me a lot of time to process. I started to relax though because my mother had always made the decisions and she usually chose the right one in my opinion. But then my worst nightmare in that situation happened my mom turned to me and asked me what did I want to do and that it was my choice. I had to make a decision I had about a minute to realize what would be best for me and what I was going to have to choose. I realized right then how much power choice had I realized I had to choose what I wanted and what would be the best thing for me. Mrs. Avery and my mother looked at me I realized I need to make a decision as they looked at me I decided I would become a Freshman and take all the honor class I could. As I sat there the process of high school just beginning I thought about all of my fear and doubts about my abilities but I also knew that I would fight for the grade I wanted and I would do the very best I could. As my thoughts ran through my head and I chose

I looked to my right and I saw fellow classmates sitting across from their assigned computer all glued to the bright screen. They were too focused on their exam to notice anyone coming in and out of the testing room. On the left was a wooden desk with filler paper and a black cup holding red pencils for anyone that needed it. I sat down in the computer that I was assigned, I was struggling trying to turn the computer on and once I finally did and as I was waiting for the computer to set up all you could hear was sniffling. A sniff here, and a sniff there had me wondering if the room was either that cold, or was everyone that nervous for finals. They anxiously tapped on the computer's keyboard inputting answers. I could hear the girl next to me moving around she seemed antsy. A couple of minutes of loading time had passed, and out of nowhere I see the words “click here to start you have two hours”. I felt sick, I knew I usually take longer than two hours to finish an exam but I was hoping for the best. I clicked “start test” and the first question appeared. As I started the test, the first couple of problems were easier than I had

In reading, Night by Elie Wiesel and A Man's Search For Meaning by , many stories of the torturous life in the concentration camps during the second world war. In each book, the reader gets a different point of view from each book because in Night, you get to read about a teenager's view and in the book, A Man's Search For Meaning, you get to read about a middle aged man's view. In the book, Night, Elie, his family and his community go through a system of indoctrination which in each step it makes you seem less and less of a human. The first step is that the Hungarian police made all the Jewish people wear yellow stars, so they could be picked out easily. The next step is that all the Jewish people had to get rid of all their valuable

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

I went to read my book and I noticed that it was a way harder to read than it had been in days past. The teacher then told me to pay attention and I noticed that I could not see the teacher’s face as well as I usually could. Everything around me was blurry and I was nervous. I could not see the board or anything else in the class, I asked to go down to the nurse because I thought I just had low sugar, the teacher said, “Ok.”

I walked into the classroom and sat down next to my teacher (Mrs.Emerick) and we got started first we went over some things about easyCBM and other little test and then we got to my grades, they were not good I had all Cs and maybe one B. I felt like I was being consumed by the dread of my grades. My teacher said that she thought it was because I was rushing through the tests. I thought back to my recent tests and I had tried to be the first one do I was thinking that it might be because of how many sports I played and you had to be

This all started when I was 12 years old. I just got in class from recess and started to worry that I didn't study enough for the math test Ms. Bennett was giving us. We sat down at our assigned tables but when we did I found it strange Ms. Bennett didn’t make us spread out. I was sitting beside a nice boy named Gaben. the reason I say he was nice is because whenever I didn’t have a pencil he would lend me one. Thirty minutes on the clock the test has started. It was a multiple choice test with around twelve to fifteen questions on it. I’m fifteen minutes in and to my knowledge doing pretty good. I was on the fifth question when boom. a loud bang erupted from my right side. A cheap metal chair lying on the ground with Gaben collapsed beside it. Ms. Bennett rushed over to see what was wrong. She called the principal down and put a cold cloth over his head. Some students reported seeing him not eating anything at lunch. This made the teachers think he just passed out because of low

That dream still doesn’t compare to the realistic one of me being late for my exam though, trust me. IV. Thank you for allowing me to inform you on the evolution of nightmares from youth to adulthood. References Alchin, L. (n.d.). Nightmares.

I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…