I stared at my computer screen, utterly deflated, and saddened.
I had just spent close to an hour perfecting my answers.
I had thought my results would reveal a back-patting 11, maybe 13—but, 45?! I have 45 slaves working for me?! What!
All of me wanted to retake the test. Surely it was less.
My thoughts focused in on the sentence below the statistic. Cue rebuke: