Well, since my family went down the dumps, my friends left me and my financial situation was upended, academics are the last thing I have left.

Until a year ago, the dreams weren't as bad. I'd sort of laugh at them because I knew that the actual test would be better than my nightmares, and then I'd take the tests and ace them.

Then I started college, and the first test was even worse than my dreams- I sort of had a panic attack midway through and failed. Since then, the nightmares have been the way I described above. (And I've been failing to show up for my tests, failing to finish them or handing them in and just failing anyway)