So, tomorrow is the big day. I take the standardized test that everyone in California has to take to be a substitute teacher. And I know that logically, the worst thing that could happen is that I fail, and I'd have to re-take the test. But emotionally, the worst thing that could happen is that I fail, and my whole life will be over. I'll wake up in a hell where every bathroom door is locked, and can only be unlocked by multiplying fractions.
Yes. Worst case scenario: I'd pee myself.
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