Why do they do this? Why? I raise my fists and shake them in anger. Grr!
Today was the simulated exam. 100 questions. 3 hours. A very low score. Flipping failure. Failure. Not even 65%. Failure on astronomical levels. WHY? It's so contrary to what I was doing this weekend: taking practice exams, getting good scores, elevating spirits and morale, general feel-goodness.
What started off as a great day (beautiful weather, high energy, good night's sleep without dreams of Nazi baby-killing conspiracy involving everyone near and dear) coasted me through until lunch. After 3 hours of continuous beating-my-head against a sharp and jagged rock, my sensibilities were a bit shaken. I tried to take a break by looking at advertisements that had arrived in the mail. Even pretty, useless pictures failed to entertain me. Worse off, I couldn't focus my eyes enough to see them. A bit of lunch would help.
As my food was warming in the microwave, I decided to correct my exam now and know the score rather than be ignorantly blissful. What a big flipping mistake. I am a big flipping loser. I can't score higher than a monkey pushing random buttons. I can't score higher than a rhino tossing his snuff. There's a higher probability of dolphins standing up on their tails and taking over the world than of me passing this exam. I'm doomed.
In less than 15 minutes, I had turned an otherwise lovely, brilliant day in to a self-loathing, moping, excrement-laced day. Excrement? I mean expletive. It was an expletive-laced day. My head was a dirty bomb of expletives, triggered by innocent inquires from my father. Though I did not show it on the outside other than a mopey face and slightly hunched over posture, in my head, I was walking around STOMPING-STOMPING-STOMPING like a ragged teenager.
The simulated full day exam was suppose to be extra hard to whip us into shape. But was this one too? Please say this one was super-duper hard and everyone got low scores. Please.
Let me not be the stupidest piece of concrete.
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