Today I had a statics test…

An awful… horrible… no good test that left us all a bit zombie-like.

But you know what? After leaving, feeling like I made a 20% (maybe), I made a 59%… almost a 60%… and I felt like partying.

It is strange to feel so excited about a 59% when in other classes, that grade would leave me feeling defeated.

In this class, though, a 59% is doing fairly well and I’m okay with it.

Earlier, after the exam, my friend / study partner, Ashley, and I were talking about how exams are like being forced to ride a roller coaster you don’t really wanna ride.

The week before the test, while you are studying, is the clicking part. The cart is slowly rising to the top of the coaster… you anticipate the ride down and are preparing yourself for it. The whole time, thinking “why am I doing this to myself?! How did I convince myself this was okay?”

The moment before the test, is like sitting at the top of the roller coaster. You can see the drop… you can see the rest of the ride. You sit there slightly (or really) panicking and waiting for the ride to be over.

Then… there is the ride. The actual test with terrifying, stomach-dropping slopes, loops that flip your brain all over, and other surprises along the way. The whole time you can’t stop thinking “shoot… what did I do?! I need to get off this ride! I can’t wait until this is over!”

You then step off the ride… you turn in your test. It is OVER! You walked away from it and that is what matters. You have this great sense of relief… while possibly also feeling a bit sick from what you just experienced. Either way… you are off the ride… you are no longer a part of what is happening on that ride.

The difference is you probably won’t ever have to get back on that roller coaster if you really hated the experience. Depending on where you are in the class, you will probably have to take another test. Maybe that is like riding a different roller coaster though… different fears… different twists and turns… a new experience with each ride.

I really liked this analogy… it described perfectly how I felt about this statics test.

Later, I thought about some of my experiences with roller coasters and thought of one that perfectly fit into this analogy.

Around 11th or 12th grade, I went on a field trip to Carowinds. Upon arriving, I was faced with the “Intimidator” (pictured above). It was… intimidating to say the least… I don’t like heights.

Somehow, my friends convinced me to ride it. “It’s not that bad… rides really smoothly… not as much clicking,” they said.


Haha… it really wasn’t that bad as far as clicking goes… but you are held down by what feels like very little and boy… is it ever so high. About half way up… I started panicking. I felt sick. I kept thinking, “we should have gone over the top by now… oh gosh… I looked down. We are only half way. I just wanna get this over with. Please hurry up…”

intimidator seats

Now… I don’t cuss. But it got BAD on the way to the top of this ride. I, almost involuntarily, started chanting “shit shit shit” (to the tune of a clicking roller coasters). I couldn’t stop… I was terrified.

Then we went over the edge, my stomach flew up to my throat and it is was over before I knew it. I was even somehow captured on the camera right as I got enough courage to hold my arms up for a split second.

I did it. I never want to do it again… but I did it.  Kind of like today’s statics test…