When I was in high school, I was convinced I had ADD. I would stare around the room in class and zone out the teacher. I told my mom I wanted to get diagnosed so I could get extra time on the SAT and ACT, but she said no. She didn't want me using it as an excuse (and I definitely would have). But I am journaling to provide some evidence for why I do have ADD.
Today I had my midterm for Financial Accounting. Definitely not my favorite class, but the textbook isn't too bad because it gives examples of Chipotle's Accounting, and whenever I am bored in class, I imagine Skyler White from Breaking Bad cooking the books, and realize that I will be capable of doing that if I continue Accounting.
But halfway through my exam I noticed a scab on my arm, and I spent at least five minutes picking at it (sorry). By the time the test ended, I hadn't completed my exam. Five minutes more probably would have helped.
Oh well, I don't think I failed. #KeepThatScholarship
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