Bring It On
There’s no use being so jittery about these AP tests, right?
Even so, put me and a test in a room together and one of us in bound to get wigged out. Me and tests… well, we just don’t mix well… you know, like strawberry seed in a smoothie. No mater how much you blend, chop, slice, and puree, there just doesn’t seem to be any smoothness. Still lots of lumpishness.
Give me a normal test for a class, and hey, it’s fine. But it’s those big mother-of-a-test tests that get me. Sure I know they don’t matter. In the long run, I’m not going to wake up 10 years from now, look in my bathroom mirror and curse the name of the girl who did badly on her AP Lit test. It doesn’t matter. What’s a few hours of my Thursday anyway? And I get to not go to school. That’s on the up side, for sure.
And yet… It seems like there is still this pressure. It’s not like I can just go into the testing room dressed in fuzzy PJs, singing, “la-di-da,” with hot coco, laughing with friends, pushing desks away to set up a little testing nest on the floor, and going in and out of the room during the test for some fresh air…
It’s all formal, sharp, and scary. In English Mr. Silva talks about the AP graders as if they were a single unit of evil alien beings who’s soul purpose is to destroy our lives using the red-alien-pen-of-doom!
It’s hard to take anything lightly when our whole class is based on preparing for this moment, May 10th. (Fun fact… Same date as Mr. Silva’s Birthday… He’ll be 28)
Yes, I know I stress myself out too much sometimes. That’s why I get migraines, I think. It’s the way body tells me I need to chill out. So, hopefully I can get the message before I “get the message,” avoiding splitting headaches and a strange comfort in dark, soundless places.
Right. It doesn’t matter. Last AP test, Last AP class… ever. Think of the test as a ticket. A ticket for the end of stress. As soon as the test is done, there is nothing else. We get to watch the 1984 movie in English. And the best part is… we get to stop writing those ridiculous synopsis notes!
Hey, I feel better now. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
Even so, put me and a test in a room together and one of us in bound to get wigged out. Me and tests… well, we just don’t mix well… you know, like strawberry seed in a smoothie. No mater how much you blend, chop, slice, and puree, there just doesn’t seem to be any smoothness. Still lots of lumpishness.
Give me a normal test for a class, and hey, it’s fine. But it’s those big mother-of-a-test tests that get me. Sure I know they don’t matter. In the long run, I’m not going to wake up 10 years from now, look in my bathroom mirror and curse the name of the girl who did badly on her AP Lit test. It doesn’t matter. What’s a few hours of my Thursday anyway? And I get to not go to school. That’s on the up side, for sure.
And yet… It seems like there is still this pressure. It’s not like I can just go into the testing room dressed in fuzzy PJs, singing, “la-di-da,” with hot coco, laughing with friends, pushing desks away to set up a little testing nest on the floor, and going in and out of the room during the test for some fresh air…
It’s all formal, sharp, and scary. In English Mr. Silva talks about the AP graders as if they were a single unit of evil alien beings who’s soul purpose is to destroy our lives using the red-alien-pen-of-doom!
It’s hard to take anything lightly when our whole class is based on preparing for this moment, May 10th. (Fun fact… Same date as Mr. Silva’s Birthday… He’ll be 28)
Yes, I know I stress myself out too much sometimes. That’s why I get migraines, I think. It’s the way body tells me I need to chill out. So, hopefully I can get the message before I “get the message,” avoiding splitting headaches and a strange comfort in dark, soundless places.
Right. It doesn’t matter. Last AP test, Last AP class… ever. Think of the test as a ticket. A ticket for the end of stress. As soon as the test is done, there is nothing else. We get to watch the 1984 movie in English. And the best part is… we get to stop writing those ridiculous synopsis notes!
Hey, I feel better now. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.
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