OGT

Finally. The graduation tests are over. We don’t get results until June, but I know I passed them all. And by passed, I mean did an epic job. 42% is the number that separates “basic” level with “proficient,” and determines if you graduate.

I’d say I got 80-100 percent.

Weird thing about one of the tests, the math one, if I remember correctly. I finished with at least 1.5 hours left, so I fell asleep. I started feeling a weird sensation, as if somebody was lightly braiding my hair. A quick glance proved that nobody was there, yet I still felt it. Soon afterwords, it felt like somebody behind me was trying to remove my ID lanyard. I sit in front of a wall…

Draw your own conclusions from that.

In English class, the last period of OGT week, we got a really nice speech. Our class (of 2013) was the best class in teach’s memory. We attacked the tests in a way apparently never seen before, with a seriousness and determination. We were told it was the trend to really half- ass the tests, with people sleeping right through them and even skipping. We didn’t have to be begged to give it our best effort, no students had to have a pencil forced into his or her hand. Nobody did two questions, declared “I know this” just to pass out.

Now, we were effectively bribed with these tests. Teachers gave out hella mints and candy, and every day x students would win $25 dollars for completing the tests. There’s also a $100+ drawing for perfect attendance. Somebody said “They shoulda gave the other classes something for OGTs”

They did, diplomas.

There was also supposed teamwork in the tests, not cheating, but stuff like if someone dozes off halfway through, a peer would wake them and offer a mint. Come to think of it, I gave out a lot of gum myself, yet still managed to make the pack of Strident 2.0 last all week.

Really, being told that our teachers are proud of us really felt great, this weekend of not doing shit is well deserved.

I also like how people really were nice to me today, my asthma has been through the roof, random outbursts of coughing, feeling awfully hot. I really hoped I didn’t disrupt too many concentrating people, but I really appreciate the “you can get a drink of water if you need it.” and the “here man, you can have this is you want it -hands a twix and a mint-” and the “get better”s.

Good day at school? Hell yea.

I swear I’m gonna get addicted to mints.