Testing..this is only a test.

Whew...  It has been a very busy Tuesday, and it isn't even over yet...

After I made sure my two younger kids were dressed and fed, I headed out the door for a test for the school district.  I was way off on my time calculations, and I barely made it there for testing on time.  Being stuck in bumper to bumper traffic on the highway, watching the minutes fly by while sitting in the car is not fun.  It's a little nerve racking.

When I actually got the parking lot of the building where the test was being held, I had a total of 3 minutes to get out of the car and rush inside.  Of course there was no parking.  After driving around the parking lot, I spotted this one lady who was S L O W L Y walking to her car.  I waited patiently in the car, as she S L O W L Y went through her purse to get her keys, and then she proceeded to S L O W L Y get inside her car...  By the time this woman pulled out of the parking space, and it was 9:01 am.  I rushed out of the car, and ran in my black boots into the building where I panted my way into the building.  I have tested for county offices before, and there are really strict rules about arriving on time for tests, so I was ready to be told it was too late.  Luckily, it wasn't one of those tests.  The test didn't even start until 9:30 because of more stragglers coming in late, or misplaced people.  The proctor was very nice; may be a little too nice.  Nice to a point that I found annoying sometimes...do you know what I mean?  She spoke in a very soft tone, and wasn't frazzled a bit when she had to explain to the misplaced woman that we weren't taking the food service test that morning.  She reminded me of my high school typist teacher, Ms. Wilcox.  Fellow classmates would call me Julie Wilcox for a reason.  They all thought I was the teacher's pet for some odd reason. 

Last Saturday I also took a test.  For that test, I got there early, and had to wait in the freezing cold outside with about 15 other people for the proctor to open the door to the building.  Of course she was late, and we had to stand there in the freezing cold.  I did not blow dry my hair (of course), and I was not wearing my coat, and I was literally freezing, as well as other people.  I thought my nose was going to run and make icicles. 

By the time this proctor on Saturday opened the door, she announced that she was fighting a cold, and that she was on the verge of losing her voice.  After she made this announcement she proceeded to cough for a good 5 minutes while we all stood there staring, waiting for her to finish.  It was odd, and uncomfortable to watch this poor lady coughing so long in a tissue.  Anyway, she had another helper with her who didn't speak a word.  You would think this other woman would help the proctor speak, but, not a word.  Very odd.  Anyway, before the test started, the proctor went on and on and told everyone: 

 "Please do not turn to the test booklet until I say so." 

She said this over and over to a point where it was almost humorous.  Well, wouldn't you know it, but the girl sitting right to the left of her opens the damn test booklet.  I couldn't believe it.  I was in shock.  Didn't this girl HEAR the proctor enough times to just leave the test booklet alone?!  She was thrown out of the test.  I couldn't believe it. 

I don't want to come across mean or anything, but some of the people I've sat with, taking all these tests-they are missing a few brain cells.  It is a wonder  how they were able to fill out their applications.  If I hear someone ask one more time how to fill in the bubbles of their scan sheet to correspond with their social security number, I am going to scream.  What is even more scary, is I wonder what these people think about me.  Does that proctor still remember me from that test I took just 3 months ago?  I am very thankful I have my current job. 

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