My feet felt heavy; my palms were sweaty, and my heart continuously skipped beats. An empty feeling rested in the pit of my stomach. I just shook it off. Why was I so nerviosa (nervous)? The desks all faced the front of the room. I quietly took my seat. The ACT test had finally arrived. I was ready.

A while ago that day seemed so far away. I can see clearly the list of things I needed to have at the ready: my student ID, a copy of my ticket, and a certified calculator. I made sure to not cram, and that I went to bed with enough time. I woke up and made myself a nice, big breakfast. When my mom said it was time to go, the butterflies that were nested in my stomach took off. It was cool outside, however my sweater didn’t seem to be able to cover my chill.

After reaching my testing site I searched around for a familiar face; perhaps a hearty conversation would ease my tension. There was none. Now here I sat, minutes away from facing the subject of years of preparation. The next four and a half hours were spent focusing to the extreme. None of it was as difficult as I had anticipated, that is, until I was instructed to begin the math portion. Math, my own personal sworn enemy. Just looking at the mixture of number and letters made my blood rush. I dove into everything that I knew first, and then I attempted to solve what I was totally in the dark about. I did make sure, however, to answer every single problem. Reading and science were a piece of cake (I hope).

It’s over now, and all I can do is wait. Wait and see if my knowledge was enough to conquer the sent warrior, and to overcome my demon. I can’t help but think positively about the results I shall receive, and I know that if worst come to worst, I won’t give up. I’ll keep trying, and I will succeed. Until then, life has resumed its original pace. Homework, chores, and friends have taken over my attention, and the closeness of my homecoming day has me anticipating the arrival of the nights’ events.

Senior year, jam packed with exquisite moments. My future, blurry, but getting clearer every day, and life at this moment, is everything it’s expected to be, moving forward.