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dream.20050917: learning experience

by Rob Friesel

High School classroom but it looks more like one from a TV sitcom and not an actually really real H.S. classroom. It’s test day – – or at least some kind of pop quiz. The fierce tension in the room suggests an exam though. Something folks know about, have been studying for, and still don’t feel ready for. I get there late (don’t know why) and take a seat up front, taking my copy of the test. I won’t be penalized for being late but I don’t get additional time to complete the exam. I dive in but the instructions are poorly written. I can’t make anything out for the hand writing and the questions full of misspelled words and sentence fragments crammed in worse than Beat literature. I can’t even start the test. None of it makes sense. PENCILS DOWN! – – the teacher shouts. He looks Indian and the first thing I think on seeing him is “Vish” but he’s too nerdy and reminds me of this stat prof I had. “You didn’t even start?” I’ve crumpled it up but resisted the urge to throw it. I look him dead in the eye and explain that Why would – – no – – How could I even start? Teacher points out that everyone else has finished. No one else appears to have had any problems. I throw my doubts into the ring. I point out the flaws. The errors. The omissions. How was I supposed to know to circle the answer and then write in a few sentences of explanation? The instructions don’t even read left-to-right. I get resistance from him. Like this is obviously a failing on my part. No one else had problems making out the instructions. How could he possibly be wrong?

About Rob Friesel

Software engineer by day, science fiction writer by night; weekend homebrewer. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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