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Friday, September 19, 2008
Scarier than a Nightmare
This is far more frightening than the past evenings of horrifying nightmares. This one, was real.
Period 3 had arrived, AP Mario Economics. We would get our tests back, but first we had to grade each other's free response essays.
Layed before me, was a paper, tiny wording, which took a few close looks to finally interpret. First problem, a perfect score. Moving on to the next problem. I looked at the answer sheet and then the person's writing. I assumed at first that the whole paper was going to be perfect. I don't need to bother grading. Then I looked over it again and again. Every problem after the first was wrong. I re-read them, still wrong. I gave the last problem to them because he answered it right, but explained it wrong.
So, technically, he should have gotten a 1 on the test rather than a 2 which is what I gave him. I initialled at the bottom. The whole time thinking, "I hope this isn't that one guy's paper who sits in the corner over there." I don't know his name and all our tests had numbers at the top rather than our names. I feared if it were him, he would be very disappointed with his score.
We got our papers handed back to us. I did well on the multiple choice and I got a 4 on the free response, total being 5.
Several minutes passed us by, confusion came across everyone as some tests were lost in the whole process.
Then I hear it, "Why'd I get a 2?!?!?!" Certain many people may have gotten 2s, it couldn't be that particular one I graded. The yelling grew, "Someone tell me why I got a 2?" A few people explained possibly why. He still didn't get it. I looked over, it was the person I was afraid of, and soon, he was shouting my initials. "Who is this?!??!" He yelled so loud that soon enough the whole class shut up.
Fortunately, before he could go any further, another classmate said, "Man, if you don't like your grade, tell the teacher when he returns." And that was settled.
Another classmate looked over at me and pointed as if to ask, "you?" I nodded. Then the girl in between was like "Oooooh!" and the three of us laughed hysterically for a brief moment.
As scary as that moment was, and seeing murder in the eyes of my classmate, it was a fun experience. Though now, I must wait until he forgets the two letters A and J until I allow anyone to know my name.
Which is another brief detail in the matter. As he shouted my initials, my friend from elementary school said, "Oh is that....?" She said my first and last name to him and he said, "No, someone in this class!"
Haha, that's why it's so great that no one who sits more than two people away actually know who I am.
That's my story for the day.
Take care!!
Yours Truly,
FlowerKiss
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