If I started off by telling you how deep the pain in my stomach was every single time I even considered sitting down for this fucking exam , well we would be here forever. Let me sum it up by saying that on the daily, I would feel this pit of despair, anxiety, and stress so deeply that I would leave my goddamned toes aching.
I started dreading this fucking exam the second I knew I had to take it, which happened around the time I started looking at graduate schools. It was during the application process that I learned about this vile exam existence and the exact moment that I began to dread it.
You see, about a hundred years ago, when things were done differently and some of the outdated rules of Grammer were still in use, I was taught by nuns. Those nuns loved to use the rules of Grammer to make all the questions a trick question in even the most simple of exams. From creating double negatives to misplaced punctuation, everything could make a question too much.
These tricks and techniques made th3 simple act of reading a question an anxiety inducing , panic fest that left me overanlyzing and overthinking every possible scenario in even a simple true or false. Over the years I got better, and if I had tonfill in the blanks or write an essay I could easily pass a test, but if it was that shitty ass multiple choice fuckery then I didn’t stand a chance.
Low and behold after graduation I find out that it is indeed the shitshow if multiple choice, and there’s hundreds of them I must answer, a dn answer correctly to become liscenced. I can’t work without that liscence and it costs a couple of hundred to sign up for the exam.
I won’t drag on about the details into the rules, protocol, and procedures for the exam. I will, however, share that the prep process was perhaps the most stressful exam I ever prepped for. The sheer amount of information that is covered and could be pulled from ,made practice tests the best study method. I took prep classes that taught you how to interpret the questions and what to expect.
In the end, the worst part was the information I got about the protocol that mattered most to me, which was incorrect. Namely, I was told that when you submit your answers, you will leave, and they will print out your results and hand them to you, and you can read them right away or wait. Because of this, I elected to get a ride home so I wouldn’t rush it or be so despondent if I failed that it was unsafe to drive. Rather, as soon as I hit submit, my score popped up. I went home in a state of disbelief, and nothing felt real until the next day. I passed, but it didn’t feel legit till the next day.
………until next week
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