Repeat Offender
I
looked down at my wrist at the rose gold watch that had been given to me as a
Christmas gift, and as I walked down a very still hallway the only thing I
could hear was the echo of my size 11 heels clacking against the tile floor
along in the ticking of my watch. Tick-tick-tick. The closer I got to the door
of the testing room the more it registered that I was about to take the General
Knowledge test for the fourth time and this was my last chance. As my eyes
wondered to the floor, they began to dance from tile to tile as if in search
for some revolutionary test taking wisdom. The closer to the door I got, the
faster my heart beats grew and the sweatier my palms got. It was imperative
that I pass this test otherwise, I wouldn’t be accepted into the college of
education and I would be restricted from taking the Education courses necessary
for me to graduate. This test had the ability to alter my plans at the
University of Central Florida. It hit me that my two years at UCF could become
three. Tick-tick-tick.
