The Test

What does he mean? What is he saying? As I decided I had no more interest in what my teacher was doing, I decided to look at the clock. It read 2:23pm. I tried to remain steady, I had two more minutes left in class until the day was over and the afternoon announcements would come on. Just a few more seconds left and I will be out of this horrible place and into freedom. I watched the clock and listened to the tick…tick…tick… the clock made after every second. I waited, excited to leave.

As you can see, I hate science class, it’s my worst subject, and just about when I thought nothing could get any worse than being in your worst favorite class, it hit me.

“Now don’t forget,” Mr. Bakney started to say,” you have a science test tomorrow and I expect you all to study,” he bellowed. However, he looked exhausted after the long day. There were huge bags under his eyes and he looked as though he was going to topple over.

Nevertheless, a test, I can’t believe it, and on my worst subject, science. I knew I was going to get a science test sometime, but I didn’t think it was going to be four days into the school year, and I am also totally unprepared. I was ready for anything else but that.

That afternoon, when I got home from school off the bus, I started studying for my science test. “Chapter two,” I repeated, and turned to page forty in my science textbook.

I got a confused look on my face while I was reading some of the topics in the chapter. “This doesn’t make any sense,” I said to myself. “The six kingdoms of classification are archaebacteria, eubacteria, protests, fungi, plants, and animals?” Even though I didn’t get what the book was saying, I studied it anyway. I knew it was important to know. Moreover, if I thought it might be on the test, I studied it. I also studied definitions like prokaryotes, which I did not even know how to pronounce, and some other words like nucleus.

By the time I studied and looked through the whole chapter, I felt satisfied and was very relieved. I had a big smile on my face the size of a half cut apple. A smile so big it showed all of my big bright white shiny teeth, and my eyes glittered as I stepped into the light of the kitchen.

After I had a bowl of my spaggettio’s, I got ready for bed. I got in my pink fuzzy monkey pajamas and brushed my teeth, and then got into bed.

I cuddled with my favorite stuffed animal bear, Mr.Wubbles, and started thinking about the test. “What if I fail,” I started to say. “What if I do so bad, I’ll get kicked out of the sixth grade and back to kindergarten?” Then, suddenly, I heard the door open. It was my mom; she always came home late from work. Then I went back to thinking.

I thought about the test the whole night until I finally shut my eyes at 11:23pm.

The next day at lunch, I was about to pass out. “Great, goulash again!” This was the third time this week, and the worst part is, it was leftover goulash. “Gross!” However, that is not what was driving me off the cliff, I was still thinking about the test. Nevertheless, the goulash was still disgusting. The hamburger was completely burnt and the macaroni was so frozen, I thought it was about to spill frozen cheese out of it. Moreover, our parents paid them to give us this mush.

There wasn’t much to eat, but when I finished my lunch I headed straight to my locker, without talking to anyone “26…4…2…” I repeated as I opened my locker. I got my science journal and my science textbook and headed for class.

Suddenly, as I headed down the hallway, it started to turn narrow. I started to work at a pace, and then I started sprinting. Every time I ran faster, the walls became narrower, and the door became to seem more far away. The walls were closing in on me.

Then, suddenly out of nowhere, I reached the door; I stopped, frozen at my feet. I couldn’t move.

When I finally felt my legs again in a sorrow voice I whispered, “This is it, I’m either going to come out of this room feeling accomplished or feeling disappointed with myself.”
Then shortly after that small speech, I walked in.

I sat in my assigned seat at a small table in the center of the room. I waited quietly as Mr. Bakney passed out the test papers. Sweat was dribbling down my forehead, and my eyes read disbelief.

Once I received a test, I began. “Number 1, what is a strong winded storm? Hurricane. Number 2, Is…”

“Shh,” somebody said next to me.

“Sorry,” I repeated as I finished my test. Number 10, true. Number 11, false, cyclone, I said in my head.

Once I got up to Number 25, and had finished my test, I stood up and walked over and placed my quiz upside down in the official test and quiz basket, so no one else could read my test answers, and as I walked back to my table I placed myself in my seat and crossed my fingers.

After thirty minutes passed, everyone in the class had finished their test, and Mr. Bakney had just finished correcting them, and he started to hand them back to people.

As I received my paper, my heart started racing 60 miles an hour. This is

it I thought. I flipped over my test and read my score. “A 92,” I repeated,

shocked. A sigh of relief ran across my face as the bell rang and school was over. I

was so happy with myself, “an A,” I repeated as I headed out of the room with my

binder and all of my books.

As I got off the bus, I started sprinting up my driveway. I ran through the front door, and came to find my mom sitting on the couch reading some of the newspaper articles. I wondered why my mom was so early from work, but it didn’t matter to me.

“Mom,” I yelled. “I got an A on my science chapter test this afternoon.”

“That’s great,” she repeated, and smiled at me. She got up to give me a hug.

At that moment, while I was hugging my mom, I started thinking again. Not about the test, but something else. I guess I had to trust more in myself and my abilities in doing things. Things so great I cannot even imagine them.

I have to trust more in myself whenever I have a test on any subject. And at that moment I realized, if I study and try my best, that is all anyone, can ask for.

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