I wrote my entrance exam

My mother was bugging me to blog about my exam, so I might as well.

I mean, inspiration struck.

On Sunday I went off and wrote my entrance exam! Yay!
Actually, it was WAY easier than I thought it would be. Everybody in my class was studying like mad, and on the last few days they were quizzing each other on stuff I didn't know anything about ("Which is the most important producer of tomatoes?" "National or international?" ...huh?) and running around muttering the different phases of mitosis and meiosis to themselves.
I mean, yeah, I studied, but not about tomatoes. Just general stuff.
And you know? It worked out pretty well.
The day of the exam, I went to the place where I was to write it with my mom and my sister. My mom was all nervous, "Are you sure you have your pencils? And your eraser? Okay, okay." "Hey, do you have Kleenex?" "Are you feeling fine?" "So, which one is meiosis?" "What islands belong to the U.S.???" "Nervous? Eheeee!!!!". I overdid it (a bit :D, sorry, mom)
So I went, and lined up, and went to the classroom, and registered, and sat down and waited (and waited and waited and waited) for 3 o'clock to poke around the corner.
Finally, it came, and we all got our little exam booklets and answer sheets (There are ten versions, 'A' through 'J'; I got 'H') and started solving. at first I was sooo nervous, I was trembling like mad (and I found out, I have a nervous tick! It's on my left leg! Hurrah!) and couldn't really hold the pencil still. But then I started to read the exam and relaxed a lot, especially since I got Math first. I was all, "Hey! this is easy!" and by question number nine, I remember clearly, I had the urge of standing up and yelling, "Hey! I'm writing my exam! This is fun!" so I did.
Just kidding.
I swallowed the urge and stayed put.
By question 15, I realized that I'd had a little voice in my head going "Extra 21st chromosome, Down Syndrome! Extra 21st chromosome, Down Syndrome!" over and over, until I told it to shut up. And whaddaya know, question 49 was:

Down Syndrome is produced by:

A) Yaddayaddayadda
B) Your dog
C) You wanna watch a wierd anime? FLCL
D) The presence of all or part of an extra 21st chromosome
E) Chayotes make me puke

Or something like that. Anyway, I was all, "Hey! Cool!"

Anyway, I finished the exam all happy, and asked one of my friends, who happened to write it in the same room,
"How'd it go?"
"Uh... so-so. You?"
Great!!! "It was fine, I guess. I got stumped in that question about the prehispanic leader whose name means 'one who speaks loud'. I went with tlatoani, you?"

Paperball

It's the last few days of school, so very few people are showing up; only twenty or so people in my class were still coming to school this week, but today hardly anyone came (grand total of 7 people, in my class) because tomorrow is the entrance exam (it takes place on two days: Saturday an Sunday) and everybody stayed home to study, or so they say. I went to school, though, because otherwise I would've gotten bored, plus it's easier to get distracted from studying when I'm at home.
Anyway, since pretty much nobody went to school today, everyone was hugging each other yesterday and going, "Good luck! Eeeeeek! Good luck!" when the last bell rang.

On another note, yesterday we let off a bit of steam playing [the poor man's version of] Paintball during Math "class", because
a) We were all bored, and
b) The Math classroom is ideal for making a playing ground, because it has little tables and loose chairs instetad of chairs with bits of wood nailed onto them (along the lines of this, except ours are uglier, and way more deformed)

So, we took tables and chairs and overturned them, and spread them around the room, but then the stupid people who don't know how to play Paintball took them and built two huge forts on opposite sides of the room.

Then we threw garbage at each other.

And then the guidance counselor came in.

Luckily, he didn't have the power to do anything because school is pretty much over, and we're in third year and thus leaving and never coming back (ahaha!), and our grades are already inked and awaiting. So he just went away.
But of course, as soon as we spotted the counselor, teamwork was put into action, and the classroom was spotless within 15 seconds; actually, we left it neater than it had been before.
After a while the Math teacher came in and was all,
"Uh, I was talking to the principal, and then someone scurried up to me and was like, 'Your group was screaming and making a mess, you should have seen them, they were throwing the desks at each other and stuff...' ". He paused and looked around, "But everything looks fine to me"
Ñehe.

17 days to go

Yikes, I haven't written for a while.
But that's because I'm all busy, and I'm not even bluffing this time, which really sucks.
You see, I'm in my last year of secondary school (I believe that's Junior High School in the US? Actually, it doesn't matter) -only a few weeks left- and I have to write the entrance exam to get into the high scool of my choice in less than 20 days. In 17 days, actually. Two weeks and a half. A mere 400 hours. 128 questions and three hours.
Since I suck badly at History and Physics, and am only average at Geography and Biology, I go to courses to get some help with that (ironically, the History teacher from the course isn't really good at teaching. He just gives us badly printed photocopies of quizzes and gives us the answers. Also, the quizzes aren't about stuff that's going to be in the exam- I checked the exam guide.)

The high school I want -need!- to go belongs to the UNAM, the best university in Latin America, Spain and Portugal. Also, Carlos Slim, currently the second-richest guy in the world, went there.

I wish I were rich.