I. Hate. Tests. I hate them…I really despise them. I’ve always been a pretty decent test-taker, although I have always been horrible at studying. And I hate the feeling…quiet room, the dude with the sniffles a few seats away, the constant scribbling of pencils. And I bet when I’m concentrating really hard and writing, I [...]
I. Hate. Tests. I hate them…I really despise them. I’ve always been a pretty decent test-taker, although I have always been horrible at studying. And I hate the feeling…quiet room, the dude with the sniffles a few seats away, the constant scribbling of pencils. And I bet when I’m concentrating really hard and writing, I make my kissing face. Any ladies care to make out?
Alright, I’m off track again…see how easily that happens? It’s my short attention span, I tell ya. I hate the insecure feeling I have about everything. Like most other times, I was the first one done…but I ALWAYS (and I mean always) wait until at least 2 or 3 other people turn in their tests. I don’t know why I do that…maybe it’s that fear of being the first one done and then failing. I went back over my answers and check and rechecked and checked again to make sure I had answered every question the best that I could. It was so nerve-wracking. And now I’m done. We’ll see if I fail or not.
Have I mentioned how much I hate tests?