The Big Test

A girl spent her entire night with her nose driven into a book. By the daybreak, she was able to recite the theories of Freud, Marx, and Weber as if she had sat alongside the scholars as they added their sociological gospel to our society. So, she is confident and has reason to be so. Then, she goes to take her exam.

As she sits down in her seat, she reaches for a pen and her notes in order to do a final review. The professor comes in and, wasting no time, says, “Alright class, put away your materials. You know what time it is.” An uncharacteristic smirk followed those words, the kind of smile that gives a person hope and fear at the exact same time. Swallowing both emotions, the girl puts her notes away and waits for the test to land in front of her.

Once in her grasps, it becomes as if the official fired the shot and the derby began. She raced through the beginning questions, spilling all her preparation onto the paper and soaking up confidence with each stroke of the pen—an academic display of photosynthesis. She sees Freud and hurdles right over him. Next, there is Marx, and she slides right past him. Then, she pushes through Weber like the double doors of an old western saloon. However, another obstacle stood in her way.

All of a sudden, the hurdle got higher, the gap got smaller, and the double doors would no longer swing. She saw something she did not expect to see, and this sent her photosynthesis into shock and deactivation. Next thing she knows, the only thing leaving her pen and reaching the paper is the sweat frustration sent to her hand. If only she had realized she needed to study Emile Durkheim too.

It is important to work hard, but we must also work smart. Be a part of the SOLUTION.

OxyJon