Questions that had answer choices that all had something wrong with them, leaving me to pick the answer that seemed the least wrong.
I couldn’t stop coughing the whole time. It was terrible. I’m sorry if you had to take the test with me.
“Can you read my mind?” type questions.
I complained about the pixelated font in the survey. Hah!
I knew it would be freaking cold in there. They weren’t kidding when they said to dress in layers. It’s like they set the thermostat to suit the person who has the highest free T4.
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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