I always do poorly when I feel some form of a time restraint on me. From exams to five minute projects I freak out and fail. It’s not always the ticking of the clock, but the temperature of the room or the way my pencil slips out of my sweaty palms or the hard wood of a chair. The restraints of space is what drives me insane sometimes, to the point where I might crack.
So, who is going to crack? Continue reading “Under Pressure”