May 11, 2005 10:59
and it crossed my mind as I was sitting there with FORTY-FIVE minutes left wondering if it was a bad thing I finished the essay portion in HALF the time alloted...
so what happens after Maya has been sitting for 40 minutes stressing out and not being able to move from my seat?
That's right, I write poetry about how much I hate AP tests.
and for your amusement:
Nerves... Pound through me
I just can't stop shaking my knee
A years worth of time
Amounts to three hours of stress
Bitter as a lime, I feel like a mess
My brain and my gut have been blended together
As the sound of pens scribbling goes on forever
A single test meant to judge your intellect
Based on the details you've managed to recollect.
oh man, you know you like it.