Rock my Own Style

Just once in my life I had been paralyzed by fear. The occasion was an auditing exam during my last semester in college for which somehow had managed not to study. I still remember the room I marched to that morning with feelings of doom and foreboding heavy in my heart. I had been in that lecture room for many classes. Though, I noticed nothing through the windows and did not see the room at all. My gaze shrank to the patch of floor directly in front of me as I made my way to a seat near the door. As I opened the blue cover of my exam book there was the thump in my ear of heartbeat, there was the taste of anxiety in the pit of my stomach. I looked at the exam question once, quickly. Hopeless, for an hour I stared at the page, my mind racing over consequences I would suffer. The same thoughts repeated themselves over and over, a tape loop of fear and trembling. I sat motionless, like animal frozen in mid- move by curare. What strikes me most about that dreadful moment was how constricted my mind became. I did not spend the hour in a desperate attempt to patch together some semblance of answer to the test. I did not daydream. I simply sat fixated on my terror, waiting for the ordeal to finish. That’s why, by this moment I never wasted the time to advice my sister who hopefully finish her college degree by the month of March next year, to never do what I experienced. For it’s not really good to be paralyzed in fear.