OMG. Not a second to breathe until now! Maybe I'm taking this assignment too literally, being back in high school, but I got mad at my mom, I forgot to eat this morning, I was late for class, I almost ran out of gas, I did not practice for my piano lesson at 2, and I am totally breaking out. Geeze.
So, the TEST results:
It was hours ago that I walked out of my exam, dazed and confused. How did I do? I have no idea. I can't reveal what was on the exam because Mrs. Schuur has her 3rd section tomorrow morning and I don't want to interfere with the honor code (which I signed for 1 point).
So there you have it, I'm sure I got 1 point.
Actually, I'm sure I got many of the answers right because I had studied certain parts well, but there were definitely things that I wish I had gone over more thoroughly. It was really strange, taking a test again. I went in with a laissez-faire (except I was late), thinking how much fun this was, but there came a point when it got hard, meaning I really had to use my noodle to put a few things together and answer. I did a mental double take. But I (on my honor) did my best given the one day I had to prepare.
OK, guess who was the last student to leave the classroom? Never mind. You don't have to guess. I raised my head when I was finished, and I was utterly ALONE. Pretty funny. Mrs. Schuur, who was at her desk, mentioned that she hoped the noise outside the classroom hadn't been distracting, and I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. We had all taken the test inside a "Global Studies vortex" (some longer than others), and it was a very quiet and focused affair.
I'm dying to know how I did. I truly have no idea.
OK, I've got to apply my--what was that product called, Oxy-10?--cream on so I don't break out anymore.
The next thing you know, I'll be going on the banana-hot dog-egg diet that Kathy Shank and I tried in 10th grade. Also, I'm going to meet Elana O'Brien for lunch next week at the lunch truck, talk to Noelle Swan about some photos, and Allison Weiner's mom is going to pick me up from school for a playdate and cookies in a week or so.
Actually, just a playdate. Cookies make me break out.