The test ( part 3 wish to work abroad)

Part 3 –The Test

I was baffled yet I didn’t give up the LET considering the money and effort I’ve already spent. Came the examination day, I didn’t feel jumpy nor confident. I was just there bluntly to take the test as my iceberg of yearning for this career started to melt down.

We were almost ready to start the whole-day exam(Secondary) when our proctor put us to halt. She was counting the forms and said that someone made an error in filling up the form, instead of Set A she/he filled up Set B ( our group was divided into 2 sets) . The proctor ran through the paper to find out who, while we were busy murmuring. “ Ms. Mayonila” someone called me but I didn’t bother I was busy chatting with my seatmate and perhaps it’s another “Mayonila” ( though I had a hunch that it was me) “ Ms. Estrellita Mayonila” the voice said it clearly this time. “Yes” I said, and then I felt the warm blood rushing through my veins. It was the proctor who called me and yes I was the one who mistakenly filled up the “Sets”. I wasn’t blushing because we were late to start the exam due to my carelessness but when the proctor said “ Lucky for you, I found your error, your score in the test could have been zero.” I was thunderstruck. She explained to us that the machine is programmed to check the paper by “Sets”. Anyway, she wasn’t mad at me but even if she was I won’t mind because she was an angel.

We started the exam. Some were thinking hard, some were answering fast, some were edgy and I was just enjoying eating my nuts and chocolates while answering the test. I was thankful though at least I was 85% sure of my answers for the “principles & methods of educ” ( is this the term hehe sorry it’s been years)my DPE helped a lot, but for the “Gen. Ed” hmmm , I did a “minnie-miny-mooh” ( it only covers 20% of the total score anyway, that was my philosophy). In the afternoon we did the second part, my major subject was English. ( covers 40% of the total score) My eyes rolled up as it opened wide, “ tis gonna be the end.” I said to myself. Almost all of the questions were about literature asking you authors, titles and blah,blah . I had no choice but to make guesses again, needless to say that I was in a hurry to get done as I was already worn-out and sleepy.

“ How’s the exam?” my boyfriend asked. “Oh, well it needs prayer if I want to pass.” I answered.