… caught in a car’s headlights.
I’m pretty sure that was the impression the parental unit when I met her. This after having finished the afternoon session of the MBE. The morning was ok, but the afternoon was brutal. It felt like I had just survived a massacre, relishing what few right answers I could muster.
I don’t like saying if I aced it or not. I think I’m just satisfied with walking out of there able to breathe. That and I was glad I was able to recognize pretty much everything.
I’m not going to think about this again.