Counting

One day in the 1st grade, it was learned that everyone in class was going to be called out to the hallway one by one. They wanted to assess our number comprehension. We would all be sitting in class, tasked with some time wasting activity, since students were going to be interrupted, and taken outside. The whispers going around the room when each student returned was that they were simply asking us to count as high as we could.
I found this exciting because I knew I could count all the way up to 100. Being the smug young man that I was, I planned on dazzling the test giver with my impressive counting ability. As I sat at my desk, I went over all of the numbers in my head, just to make sure I didn't forget any.
When it was my turn I got up out of my chair, stomach full of butterflies, and walked out into the hall where a particularly old woman was sitting at a desk which was set up right outside the door. I thought it was strange because I had never seen a desk (or even a chair for that matter) out in the hallway; only ever inside of a classroom.
After sitting down she asked my name and then asked me to count as high as I could. This was my moment! I began the count (possibly with 0, as if that mattered). Once I reached 30, I moved on to 31, and 32, thinking that there were so many more numbers left to go. But at that moment, she stopped me. "Ok! That's all I need," she said and told me to go back inside and get the next person.

She wasn't even impressed.

I was crushed.