<p>I still have nightmares about the Honors Exams, like the man quoted in the article. Mine goes like this: it’s present day. I’m told I have six weeks to study. But I can’t find my notebooks. So I go to my parents’ house to look for them. But my Mom threw them out. I’m screwed. Then I wake up. Breathe easily.</p>
<p>Still, wouldn’t trade that experience for anything. It sets you up to deal with anything the work place or grad school wants to throw your way.</p>