Today...The world stood still
Its finally over.
All done.
Hang up the helmet, punch out, go home, done!
The test was today.
When I woke up I payed all of humanity a favor and took a bath. I needed it I havent in a long while and was rather rank. But that comes from excessively sweating all the time and the amount of stress I was under for the past few weeks. I left home after a big hug from mom and some reasuring words from dad.
Sara Baldwin who in a last ditch effort to make me feel good about things going on met me for breakfast this morning at mikes. I gorged myself somewhat but after the first 2 pankakes, some bacon and coffee I was sorta sick to my stomack. Stress?, the cold?, I dunno why but I was. After breakfast me and her sat in my car and waited for her mom to pick her up. We both have issues and its good that we can still talk like we did before stuff. Her mom came and we parted.
As I sped down Carmen road I was under siege. My thoughts were assailing my wall of readiness and comfidence. I was holding out good, but by the time I got to Mohanasen to take the test my cookie was crumbling. I stood outside waiting for the doors to open. I was cold. And with my stomack churning the way it was I didnt think I was going to make it inside. Swallowing the bile upset by my fear I walked in. They were searching bags luckily I didnt have mine. I got sized up by the men at the door and let through. The look of fear probably let them know I wasnt to pull shit. At the registration I was told where to go and then I was spinning. Palms slick with sweat I hurried down the hall through the calculator memory clearing line and into the room. Thus began the test.
The only solace I had was that my proctor was also once my math teacher at CBA. MR. Gerardo, (MR. G for short), is a short and round man with all the kindness of the world in him. He was a awesome teacher and was also a great mentor.
The details of the exam I dont really remember. Honestly. It was only a hour or two ago but I dont remember a problem. The last thing I recall is counting up the number of questions I answered fully and seeing what they were worth for points. Raw score 68(85 scaled), thats a 20point window between safety and having to do it all over. Ther was a chance of there being one or two points more form questions I didnt understand and thus went as far as possible before going on. But the outcome is still clowded in mystery.
I handed my test to Mr G who told me if I ever needed help to contact him and also said to say hi to the folks. I almost ran out of the school and into the parking lot. I think there were a few loitering students giggling at my haste but they dont understand. To them life is a game and not at all serious or real. They just dont grasp it.
On my way home I realized what the sun looked like again as it peeped out of the clowds for me to enjoy once again.
Freedom, I thought, I'm finally through.
All done.
Hang up the helmet, punch out, go home, done!
The test was today.
When I woke up I payed all of humanity a favor and took a bath. I needed it I havent in a long while and was rather rank. But that comes from excessively sweating all the time and the amount of stress I was under for the past few weeks. I left home after a big hug from mom and some reasuring words from dad.
Sara Baldwin who in a last ditch effort to make me feel good about things going on met me for breakfast this morning at mikes. I gorged myself somewhat but after the first 2 pankakes, some bacon and coffee I was sorta sick to my stomack. Stress?, the cold?, I dunno why but I was. After breakfast me and her sat in my car and waited for her mom to pick her up. We both have issues and its good that we can still talk like we did before stuff. Her mom came and we parted.
As I sped down Carmen road I was under siege. My thoughts were assailing my wall of readiness and comfidence. I was holding out good, but by the time I got to Mohanasen to take the test my cookie was crumbling. I stood outside waiting for the doors to open. I was cold. And with my stomack churning the way it was I didnt think I was going to make it inside. Swallowing the bile upset by my fear I walked in. They were searching bags luckily I didnt have mine. I got sized up by the men at the door and let through. The look of fear probably let them know I wasnt to pull shit. At the registration I was told where to go and then I was spinning. Palms slick with sweat I hurried down the hall through the calculator memory clearing line and into the room. Thus began the test.
The only solace I had was that my proctor was also once my math teacher at CBA. MR. Gerardo, (MR. G for short), is a short and round man with all the kindness of the world in him. He was a awesome teacher and was also a great mentor.
The details of the exam I dont really remember. Honestly. It was only a hour or two ago but I dont remember a problem. The last thing I recall is counting up the number of questions I answered fully and seeing what they were worth for points. Raw score 68(85 scaled), thats a 20point window between safety and having to do it all over. Ther was a chance of there being one or two points more form questions I didnt understand and thus went as far as possible before going on. But the outcome is still clowded in mystery.
I handed my test to Mr G who told me if I ever needed help to contact him and also said to say hi to the folks. I almost ran out of the school and into the parking lot. I think there were a few loitering students giggling at my haste but they dont understand. To them life is a game and not at all serious or real. They just dont grasp it.
On my way home I realized what the sun looked like again as it peeped out of the clowds for me to enjoy once again.
Freedom, I thought, I'm finally through.