She is asking me the first question.
The question seems meaningless to me, but I know it is
important.
There are only two options, but I am clueless.
I have no choice but to guess.

I can see her smile, and I know I got it right this time
The success encourages me, and I feel I may get lucky
tonight.
I must concentrate, how hard can it be?
Even morons pass these tests, and get rewarded.
But it can not be anything but luck.

She is asking me again.
I want to scream "Who cares?" but I dare not.
I have gotten this far, I must continue.

The tension is high, but I have a feeling she likes me.
Maybe I can get a point from her even when my answer is not
exact.
I get a few wrong ones, but I am ahead by a nice margin.

I am definitely lucky.
It is impossible to know the answers, but I manage.
As we get close to the end, I feel really excited.
I know I have a shot at the first prize.

After that, I have a feeling I will quit.
The questions will get harder and harder, and I am afraid of
losing.
I will try my luck elsewhere.

I hope that someday I will win without such suffering.
I will understand what I am asked, and the answers will be
clear to me.
But as I go from one quiz to another, I realize there is
probably no such thing....

Maybe I just crack too soon.
I should be more decisive and go for the big prize in one of
those available now.
If I only win once, I can rest with my reward till the end
of my life.
But if I quit so far, I must have known I will lose.
When my chances will be good, I will surely feel it in my
bones.

It must happen sometime, I must continue believing.
The dream of winning is all I live for.