si tu veux que ma joie revienne...

Olbermann is talking on the television six inches from my head. I can't make out the words but the sound is soothing.

I couldn't tell you what the first two AP tests were like, even if I weren't legally bound not to mention any specifics on the essays for several weeks, and not to mention ANYTHING about the multiple choice EVER. (That's the capslock of faint mocking, not the capslock of grave seriousness, btw. It might be self-evident but then it might not and my irony filters are completely closed for today. ) My brain is too fried to really remember.

I seared through the government test at speeds upwards of way too fast. Really, though, why did I bother studying about writs of mandamus and all the specifics of FDR's New Deal? When I finished the free response section with 40 minutes to spare I figured...well. Last night was a real waste, then.

Afterward, while waiting for everyone else to finish, me and Louise took the little white squares the seals came on (they make you seal the sections) and folded them into little flapping origami birds. Hers was, of course, quite perfect; mine had a wonky wing so it sort of limped along instead of flapping.

"It's a lame duck," proclaimed Louise, and I laughed more than is probably sane.

* * *

The French test was a nutella-and-cracker fueled marathon of listening and reading comprehension, essai-writing, and verb conjugations. Many completely stupid mistakes happened, some mine and some others', some that I can't divulge because they'd get me in trouble, others that I can't because they'd probably get my school in trouble.

Just kidding, AP board. Please don't invalidate my test. Totally just kidding.

I skated back and forth in my rolly-chair and craned my neck at the ceiling every time they told us to write our name and then look up. Childish, but one has to get through the time somehow. Then finally, after roughly 7 hours of AP testing (8 if you count breaks) they let us out of that freezing room into the burning sunlight and I hurried off to band practice.

ahh, I'm not going to miss this at all, dear high school.