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#4: My worst exam ever; best note taker ever...ironically

9-24

I was in my AP history classroom, waiting for my terrible exam. Ever. I know this because last class, we got our exam back and I look at my grade and yeah...

I got a 41%

I was on our assignment over the summer, you know what I'm talking about. The exam included a huge amount of multiple choice and then you have to write an essay over one page. I did one page, front and back. I felt good about it, I thought I might pass, but no. I got a 41. My teacher didn't even accept my thesis statement. I even felt good about it from the rest of the paragraphs!

Then again most people got lower grades. The many smart people (nerds) I know also got lower grades. The ones I heard of their grade was these two girls who got a 50 range and this guy I know who was a whole lot smarter than me and those two people got a 60 range. I thought for sure they'll pass, but no.

Under that sweet, weird mask, our teacher is cruel. 

Anyways we were getting our test back because we got FIVE minutes to write down some notes to know what to study afterwards. I figure I could do five minutes, I'll definitely have everything I need to study afterwards. I got my test back and I instantly saw a 54% on my test. I thought she changed my grade and I was happy about it. But then I look up and saw was not my name. It was a name of Cecelia or at least something like that. It started with a C of course. I look up instantly after realizing this and my teacher was already heading my way. She laughed nervously or awkwardly and said whoops, taking away a paper(s), that have crushed me. Stunned, I laughed. I said to the girl sitting next to me, I thought I got a better grade. She laughed too. Yeah, I'm still stuck with a terrible grade.

I got my REAL paper back shortly and waited for the packet we used to see the questions. She said once she passed out the packets, we were not allowed to flip the packet until she said so. We wait anxiously for her to finish passing out the packets. She said she could feel the tension in the air.

True.

Let me tell you this, five minutes is DEFINITELY not enough. By the time five minutes were over I was a little over halfway.

But I suppose I wrote a lot because this guy sitting in front of me, look back on my paper and I figured he was thinking damn she wrote those notes fast. Yeah I write fast. I didn't want to waste a second from this given chance to write down some notes. I mean she didn't have too, she already let us use the assignment so she's not required to do any of these things. Yet she still does.

To wrap us class, we had a chance to change or sign up for the test corrections. I took the chance to do so and then we had a fire drill. Not cold, this guy filming on his tablet, and people talking to other people about possible deaths. Yeah...good times.