…is what I would have said if thoughts such as “I haven’t answered B in a while, might as well choose that” hadn’t floated across my mind at regular intervals. Whoo boy. By the end of that AP Stats exam, I was a hot mess. My brain was a puddle of despair and misery. I can’t even make smart decisions anymore. As soon as I got home, I burned a Tupperware dish by setting it on the stove because I forgot the stove was on, and apparently I felt the counter was not an option.