The Math Test

       I worked my blood and sweat into this math test. You guys might be thinking, ‘this is educational!’ Well, you won’t. You see I’m a straight A student. Studies very hard, takes tests seriously, everything an excellent student would do in school. Except, in seventh grade. My cursed grade. We had a math test, super easy. It was about multiplying, dividing, subtracting, and adding. I know this is kind of silly for a seventh grader but, this was real business. As I said, I take tests really serious. So, for a whole week I was studying on basic multiplying, adding, etc.

                   Everyday 24/7 would work and study “Bill Gates” mode. I eventually survived the horror of studying for 24/7. I had bags under my eyes, couldn’t even make a humorous joke about it. I felt like I was in hell. I thought to myself, what am I doing? I was like sleep walking everyday drinking coffee for energy. I thought I was going to die.

                   It was finally testing day, January 17th, 2015. I went to the math classroom. Everybody looked at me like I was a failed recreation of myself. (As in, zombie like and crippled version of myself) I walked over to my desk with a dark aura affecting everyone in the classroom. The teacher hands out the test to everyone normally, while as the teacher tries to hand a test to me, it took her ten minutes. We begin the test. Everybody only has thirty minutes to finish the test. I pick up my mechanical pencil. I write on the paper. Or so I thought. I blink my eyes and… “WHAT THE HECK IT’S BEEN TWENTY MINUTES ALREADY!” I scolded myself. I rush through, write answers that doesn’t even have to do anything with the problem.

                   I finished the test just in time. The alarm rang. “Everybody, put your pencils down please.” The teacher said. I was sweating….. sweating so much that my whole test was drenched in sweat! I started blowing on it. I gently treated it with my breath. It’s okay! I can handle this. I ask my friend to help but he wouldn’t even bother. I’m dead. The teacher’s coming. I faint. I’m gone.

                   The first test I got a F- on a math test. First time I didn’t get an A or A- or A+. This is why I never study now.