Cannibals

I took my exam to be officially certified to be a Math Teacher this morning, and friends, it's not looking so good. I knew there would be difficult questions on the exam, and I knew that cramming the Night before with Cliff's Notes Guide to Calculus probably wasn't a good idea (although they are very handy), but Holy Cow...I think I barely made a 50. Why do they even let me near the Algebra Children?

I got to the Testing Center in Commerce, Texas wearing my Mathematic Olympiad Shirt (for extra Math Essence) and was immediately directed to my testing Room. There, I found three other poor Souls testing to be Math Teachers, and seven Folks testing to be Counselors. I took my assigned seat, pulled out my Trusty Electronic Executing Assesment System (TExAS for short) otherwise known as my Graphing Calculator--I feel like the extra long name gives me more Math Power. The other Testers and I bonded over our Math-ness and Teacher-ness, because both of those things will get you into special clubs where they give out discounts on Protractors and Signs that say "Winners Make the Grade, Whiners Make Excuses" to hang in your Living Room or Classroom or wherever.

The Guy sitting next to me had apparently not eaten in a few days, because his Stomach was making some of the most incredible noises that I have ever heard. We are talking noises on par with Sarah Stogregor Stomach noise. I could hardly concentrate because I was afraid he would jump over the desk and try to eat me at any moment to satiate his ravenous Hunger. Luckily, he ate the other two People first, so I finished up quickly and went on my way.