Yesterday was horrid. My morning started at four. I leaped out of bed like an action hero as my alarm rung. I had not learned economy in 87 days, but I was determined to understand it in the next three hours. Good thing I had my lucky roll of duct tape to keep my eyes open.
Monopoly, Monopsony, perfect competition, two graphs, one graph, five lines and then three. If my figuring was not jumbled enough already, I confused myself more. Seven o'clock came. I was standing in a bank of snow waiting for the bus to chug forward. Two blocks away, still shivering, one block away, now I knew I had got a cold, half a block away, the frostbite was creeping up my neck.
I stepped on. I should've brought my camera. There were so many sullen faces, I could cut the tension with a knife. These were not students being sent to school to take finals, these were captives being sent for mug shots!
The school came into view, much to our dismay. As quick as we were off, the bus zoomed off and all thoughts of escape became futile as the snow continued to fall.
I went to first period. Everyone was chatting nervously while our teacher beamed brightly, "Economy is simple! You'll do just fine!" The bell rang and the tests were passed out. 60 multiple choice and three essays and the incessant ticking of the clock next to us. I scratched my head, trying to recall all the lectures previous, I was not quite so successful at remembering as I was at making a pile of dandruff. I glanced up and around, so many minds at work. So many gears turning, but already students were starting to break down, smoke coming out of their ears when they suddenly slump forward. I told myself to concentrate, but that did not help much.
The teacher was probably laughing to himself. What a success he had made, the unbeatable test. So thorough and exact were the questions, relying on the most obscure data that it would take Einstein's reasoning to understand. He wore that grin of triumph that said 'give up, you cannot win.' I still pressed forward. An hour later and the multiple guess was done. I must say that is an accurate name for the problems. I grabbed the essay questions, and sat back down.
Chart this, graph that! All the nightmares I will have. The never ending test, the test that never ends. I scribbled down my first coherent thoughts, but in the end, I might as well have started sketching Mickey Mouse. I might've received more credit for creativity than the sheer insanity I was babbling. Maybe I'm a little too critical of my writing, but this certainly has been a class for making sense of the nonsense.
I sighed with relief when the last word leaked from the leady carcass of my pencil. I looked up once more. The classroom was in shambles, I have never seen death so horrible. I looked at the soulless shells of once bright and cheery students hunched back. The janitor was certainly going to have a busy time between periods, throwing the reject students in the dumpster out back. It was up to us survivors, as the bell rang, to walk forward to the next class.
This story might be a bit slanted in my favor, but this is certainly how I felt when I came home. XD
Si-Fy and Fantasy, that is where my heart lies. To Doctor Who and its 18 years of brilliance, still waiting on the 50 yr anniversary!