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TICK TOCK
13 years ago
This is going to be told in a first person narrative because I just feel like it.
As I left my parents house in the middle of doing laundry, I glanced at my phone. The time read 1:35. "I really hope I remembered the right time for two o'clock and that it wasn't at one instead." I said I hoped in the car. The drive there was filled with thoughts of how this test would affect my life. I pulled into the parking lot of my old and possibly still current school. I had to admit I was really nervous about this. But I took a deep breath and made my way into the building.
I entered the main office and searched the room for a secretary. I didn't just want to waltz right through the office. I spotted one that was trying to open a large cardboard box big enough to hold a person. She looked up from here work and registered my presence. "Hi I'm here to take my test." I say the nervousness present in my voice.
She simply directs me towards the Guidance office. As I approach the woman at the desk she addresses me first. "Hey Steve ready for your test."
I resits the urge to tell her not call me Steve and simply reply with "I guess". I prep my pencil as she sits my test on a table. I go through the test and curse under my breath as I can't remember how two minor characters felt about a hanging from a story I read two weeks ago.
I finish the test and return it to her. She has me take a seat as she grades. I glance at the clock and saw that it had taken me half an hour to take that small of a test. I glance over at the bulletin board. most of it is empty since it is summer but a few motivational posters are still up along with personal photos. I sit and wait and wonder how I did on the test. I feel my self swaying side to side in rhythm to the clock. Eventually I get boarded of that just glare at the clock almost as if it would stop the infernal ticking. I try my best to not let out a growl of impatience as she continues to grade my test.
Finally she finishes. I look from my seat and await the verdict. "Well you didn't do so well on the test Steven." I could have sworn my heart stopped for a second as I listened to her words. "But you scored high enough on the packet that the combined grade let's you pass. Congratulations."
I release the breath I never knew I was holding and let my head rest on the wall behind me. I had did it. She took me to the principle's office where I was presented with my diploma. Again I found myself resisting the urge to not angrily tell the principle to not call me Stevie. Seriously why can no one just call me Steven.
As I exited the building I refrained myself from letting out a loud WoHoo and simply walked to my car with a smile and my head held high.
To those that actually read the whole thing TOAST FOR YOU.
To those that just skipped to the end SHAME ON YOU FOR BEING LAZY.
As I left my parents house in the middle of doing laundry, I glanced at my phone. The time read 1:35. "I really hope I remembered the right time for two o'clock and that it wasn't at one instead." I said I hoped in the car. The drive there was filled with thoughts of how this test would affect my life. I pulled into the parking lot of my old and possibly still current school. I had to admit I was really nervous about this. But I took a deep breath and made my way into the building.
I entered the main office and searched the room for a secretary. I didn't just want to waltz right through the office. I spotted one that was trying to open a large cardboard box big enough to hold a person. She looked up from here work and registered my presence. "Hi I'm here to take my test." I say the nervousness present in my voice.
She simply directs me towards the Guidance office. As I approach the woman at the desk she addresses me first. "Hey Steve ready for your test."
I resits the urge to tell her not call me Steve and simply reply with "I guess". I prep my pencil as she sits my test on a table. I go through the test and curse under my breath as I can't remember how two minor characters felt about a hanging from a story I read two weeks ago.
I finish the test and return it to her. She has me take a seat as she grades. I glance at the clock and saw that it had taken me half an hour to take that small of a test. I glance over at the bulletin board. most of it is empty since it is summer but a few motivational posters are still up along with personal photos. I sit and wait and wonder how I did on the test. I feel my self swaying side to side in rhythm to the clock. Eventually I get boarded of that just glare at the clock almost as if it would stop the infernal ticking. I try my best to not let out a growl of impatience as she continues to grade my test.
Finally she finishes. I look from my seat and await the verdict. "Well you didn't do so well on the test Steven." I could have sworn my heart stopped for a second as I listened to her words. "But you scored high enough on the packet that the combined grade let's you pass. Congratulations."
I release the breath I never knew I was holding and let my head rest on the wall behind me. I had did it. She took me to the principle's office where I was presented with my diploma. Again I found myself resisting the urge to not angrily tell the principle to not call me Stevie. Seriously why can no one just call me Steven.
As I exited the building I refrained myself from letting out a loud WoHoo and simply walked to my car with a smile and my head held high.
To those that actually read the whole thing TOAST FOR YOU.
To those that just skipped to the end SHAME ON YOU FOR BEING LAZY.
CONGRATS, GRAD!
CONGRATS, GRAD!
It's not like that is all we ever talked about at lunch and it wasn't every day either. There were days when you weren't even there for lunch. You will still have it just at a different time.
"To those that actually read the whole thing TOAST FOR YOU."
"To those that just skipped to the end SHAME ON YOU FOR BEING LAZY."
and since I'm your friend I could get away with slapping you.
whatever, slaps are cool