Imagine if you could choose when to take a test. You have to at some point in the day but it’s up to you whether to write it at 9:00 in the morning, or 17:34 in the evening or any time in between! You think it’s amazing, don’t you?
Stop thinking that. It’s terrible. Awful. In fact, right now I can’t think of anything worse.
So it’s Wednesday and it’s also Human Right’s Day. No school! Woohoo! Actually it isn’t saying much for me since I haven’t been at school all week. (The dreaded stomach bug, if you must know.)
Funny thing is—well, it isn’t that funny, really, but no matter— I’d been dreading this week’s Monday and Tuesday for two weeks and then I didn’t even get to face them. Feeling like a coward, I sat at home in my misery and let Monday pass as if it were just another day of the weekend. My mom scanned in my AP Math Tutorial to send to my teacher and my Geography Essay was emailed in as well, but I couldn’t very well do my dreaded Biology test online. All I wanted to do was get it over and done with, but all I could do was sit in bed and worry about how everyone in my grade else was finding it.
Tuesday came and went very much how Monday did, except that I went to school for an hour to write my chemistry test because I full-out refused to live with another thing weighing on my shoulders. It wasn’t so bad.
And now it’s Wednesday… and there’s a wonderful storm brewing outside… and it’s exactly 16:05… and I have to write my Biology test sometime within the next four hours.
It may not look like it, but I am freaking out.
At least when I write it at school I don’t get a choice. I can walk in the room, pick up the paper and say to myself, “Well, there’s not much more you can do about your lack of knowledge of enzymes now, is there?”
Whereas now I’m sitting here thinking, “How do I know if I’ve studied enough? What if I left out that one crucial section? How will I ever come out of this sane?”
But I’m also thinking I might as well get it over with so I can enjoy watching Friends later. Here goes nothing…
“As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.” – Thomas A. Edison