Test Day

Oh dear Lawrd it is test day. We have known about this test for over a week, and it was only (ONLY) two chapters long, so it should have been all good, right? Well. I don't know about how the weekend went for the rest of the class, but for me there was no less than fourteen, count them FOURTEEN different school related items on my to-do list, plus go shopping, plus get ready for Thanksgiving, plus a mountain of laundry and yadda, yadda, yadda. Yeah, I know, that has to all come into account when going to school, deal with it, pull up your big-girl panties and so on, but still, all those things do not add to the hours in a day, they take away from them, and something ends up getting the hind you-know-what and that happened to be the two chapters for the test. OH pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop. As I sat in the class just before it was time to take the actual test, I thought back to all the moments I had let slip by and essentially wasted instead of putting them to good use and studying. Idiots do that. High school kids do that. Adults are not supposed to do that. Adults learn from their childhood and put those lessons to good use so that problems like not studying are nipped in the bud and time is organized and put to good use and chapters are read and re-read and terms are memorized and pictures are analyzed and................oh poop twice. The test was Wednesday morning and Tuesday evening I am sitting in the kitchen with books and notes and the cat looking me in the face and the computer seductively calling my name, telling me there are some IMPORTANT messages on Twitter I should be looking at, and oh maybe if I get myself a snack I will be able to concentrate better and..... crap~ who am I kidding? I busted the weekend and should have studied and didn't. It is now Wednesday morning about a half hour before the test, I am calm, there really is no reason to be anything but.I made my decisions and now I just have to deal with the outcome. I scanned through the two chapters, trying to look like I knew everything there was to know about markets, analysis, shares, profits, customeers and so on, hoping that my poor tired brain would please absorb just a little more so that I would pass and not be a disgrace to the marketing world, and would eventually end up with a good job and not be left penniless out on the street with a cardboard box as my new home because I couldn't get a job to support myself and my cat, she is very high-maintainance and can only eat a certain kind of kibble and oh God I felt like I was going to fall apart into very small pieces on the cold unyielding floor and in comes the instructor. It is go time now friends and neighbors. To varying degrees everyone was reflecting what I was feeling, so I really felt like we were all united in our pain, so that gave me some comfort in knowing we were together in this battle, we were all fighting the same enemy and we would all either triumph or all go down in flames, but we would be together. We would go through this as a unit, together we stand, united we fall, you see the picture,I'm sure. Here we go. The paper is now infront of me, it is time to put the rubber to the road and actually look the thing over and start answering the questions. I read the first question and found I had actually lost the ability to comprehend the english language. I am not sure what language I was reading but it made absolutely no sense to me what so ever. I might as well just sign my name to the paper and be pleased with the half point I would get for doing that right; I checked; I did spell my name correctly. I blinked a couple of times and english slowly replaced the foreign words on the test paper and I actually started finding some questions I knew the answer to, so I kept going, hoping that the look on my face was one of intelligence but I was pretty sure it was like Goofy's look when he went down the ski slope. It didn't matter anyways, by that time I had finished the test and handed it in and sat in the chair feeling like the world's dummest old person who had no reason to be sitting in a chair beside all the young people who still had functioning braincells that had not been corrupted by old age and what ever else I could blame my impending test failure on. I knew there was no point in going on, I was destined to fail and would have to give my cat to someone who probably would not feed her the kind of food she was used to and where in hell would I get a cardboard box to fit me? My life was in ruins and there was no point in even bothering to try anymore and OH CRAP here comes the instructor back with our test results. Oh my freakin' hell I can tell just the way she singled me out with that look that I was the only one in the freakin' class that failed and God somebody shoot me now before I actually turn the marked test over and see..........................................................21/25. 21/25??? That seems to translate into 84%. I passed. Sweet niblets I passed. Frankly I don't understand what the problem was, I really didn't have any worries.........