Nervous while cutting down pride

I am going to assessed to figure out if I am a student with special needs.

Me? A special needs student?
What's wrong with me?
Am I dumb?

These idiotic question pop into my head as I worry about my pride of intelligence.
But it's true, I'm going to be in an assessment, and some psychologist will review it.
And if it does go through, I will be labelled as a Special Needs Student.
I will also be applicable to a $1,200 computer program to help me with reading.

But I'm not sure if I am really even there.
The councillor lady has been asking me to see her for the past month, and she recommended that to me.
It might be all bogus.

But if it's not, I want to be prepared.