We are about to sit for our second language parcial. The other day, our teacher told me to do my best, since I had chances of passing the subject. So I get my seat and my parcial. So far I've been nervous and anxious, and I think it's only natural, and I'll be fine in a few minutes, once the exam has started, but it gets worse when I get to the essay. It'sthe first time that I can't come up with an iddea. I'm frozen and can't think clearly. I look at my classmates and thay are all concentrated, focused on their exam, so I see that it's just me. I would like to get the hell out of here right now, but I have to at least try it. So I stay, and I write what has probably been my worst essay ever. I just write these nonsensical ideas, simply because I can't think of anything intelligent right now.
It's about time, and I give up. I approach to our teacher, embarassed and tell him that I haven't done a good exam, just because I don't want him to read the stupid things I've just written. But I know he will read it, and I'll have to accept that Imade a terrible exam that happened to be the most important. Just like Charlie said, I still have a chance, but the fear is already installed in me.
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