Taking Tests..

I was having a hard time figuring out what to fill this blank page I have been looking at for the last 15 minutes with. Maybe that is where I was actually going wrong, I was trying to THINK of something to write about instead of just letting it happen. So I did what I have always done when I had something I couldn't answer. I asked my sister.



Tomorrow she has to take a test and she told me to write about that. So I am. This test she has to take is the third in a series of tests she is taking. She is on her way to study for this test right now. I wish I could take this test for her, if for nothing else but a little bit of pay back.

I have a confession. I graduated high school in the CLASS OF 89 from Mathews High School. I was in the class and I did graduate with the class but the confession is I graduated LAST in the class. That is right out of the 83 people in our senior class that year I was number 83. Well I guess actually 82 because one of my very close friends didn't make it. I wasn't last in my class because I was stupid, wait maybe it was because I was stupid, it wasn't because I was dumb, wait maybe it was because I was dumb, it wasn't because I was unintelligent!!! There finally I got it right. I was actually quite smart, I just didn't want anyone to KNOW I was smart. That would mean I wasn't cool!

In the years of trying so hard to be cool I do not remember ever doing the first bit of homework. I do not remember lugging books home. I do not remember taking notes in class. I don't remember studying for test. I do not remember these things because I did not do them. The only reason I ended up graduating at all was because of my sister. I can't even begin to tell you the number of nights she sat at home doing homework while I was out looking for my next beer. I can't tell you the number of times on the way to school or class that she crammed weeks worth of info down my throat so I could at least get a high F on a test.



Now she has a test to take and I wish I could study for her. I wish I could cram the information in her tomorrow morning so she didn't have to study. I wish I could do this so she could be knitting. I wish I could find a way to thank her for everything she did for me.

I did prove to myself and the rest of the world that I was in fact really quite smart ten years later when I went back to college and graduated with a 4.0 gpa, but that will not give her the time back of her youth that she spent trying to keep me in some kind of manageable order.




Thank you Middle Sis.. I love you!
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