August 22nd, 2010
“Every one hush up! The test is starting.”
I was sitting at a plain old desk amongst a bunch of other plain old desks in plain old school. The teacher was moving through us, setting a paper on each desk. She had a blank face. No emotion at all, like he was in another place.
My face was blank too. I was too busy thinking of problems that wouldn’t appear on the test. My girlfriend, Stacy, kept springing to mind. She was a cheerleader; that I had no problem with. The problem was her late-night practices, and how she would return sweaty and tired every night. I told myself that I was crazy, that she would never do what I was suspecting, but it still came to mind.
“This test will consist of…” the teacher dully went on.
It wasn’t rational of me to think this way. Or was it? I wasn’t sure. Most likely, this was just nerves. Big test, big worries. The teacher finished passing out the test, mouthing something about stopping when she said to. Or maybe she spoke it. Once again, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about a lot of things lately.
I snapped out of my girlfried worries as the overweight lady in the pink floral moooo snapped, “You may begin.” I brushed the sweat from my brows, ran a hand through my hair, and slowly opened up my test booklet. I could finish this easily. I don’t know why, but for some reason I had developed a belief that I would be able to get through the dumb test.
My mind changed when I looked at the questions.
Question 1: Stacy how are you?
a)I’m doing good…
b)Charles, there’s someone else.
c)Good, now that you’re here.
d)Hey honey. It’s going okay. Want to go get ice cream?
I choked on my own saliva. It said Stacy! What kind of sick joke was this? I immediately dismissed it as pre-test jitters (again), and circled letter B. Then I moved on quickly to the next question trying to forget the former.
This was only what I had expected. I had never questioned that she was a cheerleader; it was her life and she could do with it what she wanted. It just seemed that, time in and time out, cheerleading seemed to be more important then me. This was not OK.
UGH! What kind of test was this? I promised myself that I would endure one more question before asking the admin if I was on Punk’d or Candid Camera or something of the sort. Next question.
Question 2: Define marvelous.
a) superb
b) the word Stacy says when Micheal kisses her neck
c) average
d) stupid
I saved myself the trouble of choking on my spit again and coughed out of surprise. I coughed partially because this answer was also B, but more importantly because this test was pushed the concept of my girlfriend’s possible cheating, yet it was my ticket into college. And I was failing! I raised my hand quickly and the lady waddled over to my desk.
“What do you want?” she snapped.
I pointed to the questions in front of me about my girlfriend’s possible situation. She looked at them, and then looked back.
“What’s the problem?”
I looked down at the test questions again. The word Stacy never appeared. I was seriously going insane. I sighed and said, “Nevermind.” She rolled her eyes and retreated to her desk. I took a deep breathe, shoke my head as if to wake up and looked at the next question.
Question 3: Revise the bracketed section of the following sentence- The cheerleader whispered that Charles [never needed to know] about her and Micheal.
a)was completely oblivious
b)knew completely and was furious
c)didn’t have a clue
d)No revision needed.
I was glad to have a question with an answer other than B. I circled D and moved on. The answers to the next questions seemed to be spelling something out
b)the spot where we first got ice cream
a)on the lips
c)possibly because she’s bored
d)the captain of the football team
a)is cheating with your girlfriend
b)you can’t do anything
b)under the bleachers after practice
d) after school in the locker room
c)every day you’re not there.
By the time I was finished with the English section I wanted to scream! I was so relieved when it was over, only to remember I had the Math section still. It was never my strong suit. English was usually my favorite, though at that moment I despised it with my heart.
Question 1: If a cone has a circular base with radius r and the height h is 4/3 the length of the radius, how much will the cone hold in volume?
a) 4/3π
b) Not enough to save your relationship with Stacy
c) 3/5
d) 4/3 x 2 + 63
Again, the answer was B.
Question 2: If x = 3/4 y + 14z, what does x/3 equal in terms of v, if v = 3/8 y + 7z?
a) 8v/2
b) x = v(ery likely your relationship is over)
c) x/6 x 3
d) None of the above
I was sick of the letter B. It made me want to puke. I sighed and tried to concentrate, knowing that my relationship was over, whether this stupid test was right or not. Even if she wasn’t cheating on me with the football captain, breaking up with her will stop the constant fear and worry I have. I just wanted to pass this test and get to college. Leave all this crap behind. Leave her behind. I answered the last four questions, and dropped off my test. I didn’t know how many people had finished, I just needed to find Stacy. End this all…