Sure enough I was too slow, but the DEA said I wasn't trying and thought I had a bad attitude. I was working hard, and a friend who knows me well said that from what he knows of me (he'd lived with me) I was giving 200%. I left the DEA's office in tears, and from then on focused on getting a degree because I had a chance of achieving it. I was suicidal after that experience.
This was a very long time ago. I spoke to Mary Colley (if anyone remembers her) about the incident and she said she probably did awareness training with her

I've always been most successful at jobs I chose for myself. That's a message that I'd like to put across. You know yourself and your skills better than anyone else and other people can help you but not dictate what's going to work for you. All I hear about DEA's is glowingly positive, which sometimes makes me second guess myself being as I apparently got the help most people don't get. Who else has seen a DEA? What was it like for you? Were they helpful?