I Wished It's Art Test, Not Statistic

It's almost one hour left. But there was just an exercise I re-wrote and my hand-writing of my profile on the top of my answer sheet that laying weakly under a paper filled by a character of a girl that's almost done.

At 8:00 am all the students of my major got into the classroom. It was on Tuesday, January 17th 2012. In a moment when we still got our last examine of  the third semester.

As usually, we sat and every students were separated by one emptied chair. It means so that no one could cheat. Shortly, the lecturer who kept us gave the exercise and the answer sheet directly. It seemed that our lucks were dedicated to other class. Why? Because the lecturer was not a good one for the students. We felt that she never wink her eyes. And always gave a warn for someone who turn his/her head.

On the test paper, it was written that the test was by opened book. It was so funny when I knew that 4 people including me didn't have any material for this lesson. Then I turned my head slowly to my friend (@finnaagustin) that sat behind who had copies of the material. But she just shook her head and said, "there is no answer in the paper." Then I turned my head again and gasped.

I looked around the classroom. The lecturer. My friends and their answer sheet and the way they did the test. Oh my friends, they seemed so pale and depressed.  And suddenly some things flew away  through my minds, "do they can finish the test well and fluently?". "Don't they study last night? Like me..." And the last was, "Somebody help me!!"

I realized that the one who sat in front of me (@darma_paint) is good in counting lesson. Then I took my friend's paper and gave it to him. And he tried to read and solve. Few minutes later I asked for confirmation, but he just shook his head too and said, "I can't find a way to solve the test in this copies." And I said to my self, "Great!"

Felt bored then I took the counting paper, pencil and eraser. Then I started to draw. When I was drawing there was no worry about the test. There was just my self wearing clothes through my mind and I just appreciated it on a paper.

It's almost one hour left. But there was just an exercise I re-wrote and my hand-writing of my profile on the top of my answer sheet that laying weakly under a paper filled by a character of a girl that's almost done.

One drawing had been finished. And you can see the setting on the corner of it. It's made at room 403 1st building 08:40 am. I thought it was not enough. I still wanted to scratch my hand by drawing more.

I took my exercise paper, turned it so I could see really empty page. And it was continued by drawing gravity. Simple gravity. Why did I say it simple? Yes, because I was not good enough on it -____-

Okay, two simple pictures had been finished at all. And then the time for doing the test was getting shorter. I just looked at both of my pictures and whispered, "I wished it's art test, not statistic."

NB:

By writing this story, I never mean to show the lack or even the excess of a place where I broaden my horizon or study. Or moreover the people that I mention in this story.

And please don't ask me the ending of the my statistic test or specially for the score that I've got. Hahahaa xD