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At 7:30 AM,
I entered the auditorium "testing area,"
Stomach turning with nerves.
Do I dare try these heart shaped sunglasses?
Four hours later,
At 11:50 AM,
The counselors called out "Put down your pencils"
And the reason that I've been breaking my neck (in a class that I'm underqualified for) was over.
Just like that.
This is the most worried I've ever been about a test.
I'm not a nervous test taker for the most part.
I try my best and am generally satisfied with my score.
But for this test,
this blasted AP US History test,
I felt like crying every time I thought about it.
So
I tried to cram as much information I could into my brain.
I tried to remember as many court cases as I could.
I tried to memorize as many dates as I could.
At the suggestion of a friend,
I even read out loud the history review cards into a tape-recorder,
And listened to it later as I lay down for the night.
(And in one desperate instance, as I excersised.)
I did key terms as I watched American Idol,
I studied out of the AP Prep book as I drove down to SpyHop,
I worked on more key terms instead of listening to a physics lecture.
(Which, I admit, was probably not the best idea.
I have a LOT of catching up to do in physics and algebra.)
I did all this,
And today,
All this work came to a fruition.
And even though its over,
I'm still incredibly nervous.
I'm not one hundred percent sure I'll pass.
I'm not even 60% sure I'll pass.
Which worries me.
The multiple choice section was alright.
I knew more than I thought I would.
I didnt have enough time to finish the last two questions though.
Woops.
The essays were awful.
My first was alright.
It wasnt horrible.
I feel ok about my second essay.
I'm not sure I kept to the time period they designated,
As I had absolutely NO clue about the dates on ANYTHING.
But I knew the most about that topic, so I'm counting on that.
My third essay though....
Oh geez.
I dont even want to talk about it.
It was that bad.
What made the whole essay experience worse was the fact that I shared a table with the smartest girl in our class.
She opened her question booklet and started cranking out lists of information as I stupidly stared at my paper trying to squeeze my brain for any drop of information on the subject.
My essays compared to myself - perhaps my second essay and a fraction of my first essay will save me.
My essays compared to her - I'm absoutely screwed.
When the test was over I went to lunch at Red Robbins with Rachel and my mother.
It was delicious.
Then I went home and crashed for four hours.
Naps should be required every day.
They're spectacular.
When I woke up from my nap, for some reason I felt incredibly confident about my essays.
And for a split second I was sure it would be enough to pass me.
Then I REALLY woke up and remembered how horrible they were, and had Whataya Want From Me by Adam Lambert stuck in my head.
(Curse you over-head radio at Red Robbins.)
O well.
I guess stressing about it and mulling over it wont do me any good.
I just have to wait.
Until, by the way, the third week of July.
Its like the AP people purposefully want to kill us.
But,
As I'm trying to remind myself,
Its over.
Finally.
As I left the school and walked outside,
I swear the sun was shining a little brighter.
I promise I'm not just exaggerating.
Because of all the studying I did this last week, the Four Projects for Four Weeks was sort of put on hold.
Well, no it wasnt.
The pictures are just incredibly boring.
They are literally all of pencils, books, and flash cards.
So I think, due to the fact that I still dont have an idea for the last week of May,
Weeks One and Two will merge into one super project, and the other projects will be moved back a week.
So all NEXT week, I will take pictures.
Then I'll add the pathetic six pictures I took this week.
Sound good?
Good.
Pictures will actually be fun to take next week, too,
Cause Spring Fling is coming up.
Y'all know what a sucker I am for school dances.
You dont?
Oh.
Well, I'm a sucker for school dances.
This post is quite long isnt it?
I'm rambling.
So I'll end it here, and I'll leave you with these pictures and the request for some advice.
Every year, when buying sunglasses, I either go with aviators or Ray Ban-esque types.
This year, I sort of wanted something different.
What do you guys think of cat-eye sunglasses?
Do I dare try these heart shaped sunglasses?
Oh, if I only had the courage.
-Adriana
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