Wednesday, January 26, 2005
SOOO EASY!
OMG, the math exam was sooooooooooo easy. Raaaaaawrrrr! I finished in like 20 minutes and sat there for another hour. Grrr..So with the scrap paper I was provided, I wrote all this crap:
Sitting here. Ironically, you can cut the tension with a string.
I smirk; you can almost physically see the thought bubbles above everybody's heads. Numbers, numbers, numbers. Algebra, geometry, just plain explicit arithmetic.
Sitting there, I feel alone, silenced by the rustle of paper and the pencils scratching against it. Outside, I hear the streets with all its roaring glory. The streetcar that passes by, the little girl who laughs and the sound of a busy everyday life.
I wish I was out there. Instead of sitting here, imprisoned by the numbers. Thirty-six minutes to go. I never prided myself in doing well in school. My marks were by far average. But I've waited thirty minutes already, another thirty to go?
A slight movement. Our supervisor, apparently also my Science teacher, got up to write that we had thirty minutes left. "No duh...", I thought sourly, but bit it back. I see myself as too rude when driven with impatience. Too rude. I grin.
Twenty-seven now. Twenty-seven more minutes and everyone in this room will be free for another twenty-two and a half hours. This really is a prison. It's like the prison guard telling you, "Oh, you'll be free for twenty-two and a half seconds to go to the toilet." How degrading.
I'm sorry. I really am too rude for my own good during moments like this.
Then again, it's not really freedom for me, since there's another one of these tomorrow. Geography this time. How earth-shattering. Literally, I hope.
That means I'll be spending even more hours surrounded by even more notes and review sheets. They don't do me any good anyway. I walk in, sit down, write down everything I know, doodle, walk out and somehow pass.
Then it will be like the guard saying, "But you'll have to be chained while you go." Who flushes it then?
It's like the perfect analogy. You get a limited time for freedom, yet you can't do what you really want to do, and thus, you gain something that is not needed. In this case, it would be stuck toilets...or rather, extra knowledge that I wouldn't need, to pass.
Then again, as "proper" human beings, the only thing any of us really have to do, is to die. Now that sounds inviting. No sarcasm involved.
Thirteen minutes. What a number. I suppose I'll go over the work just to prove that I don't need to make any changes, whether right or wrong. But that's beyond my knowledge. Obviously. Or else I'd pass with 101%.
Another day, another this.
Another...
Exam.
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