But it didn't start out that way.
It started out with an upset stomach. A really upset stomach.
Pre-test nerves or a virus coming on? I really wasn't sure.
I went to class anyway.
My classmate, because she is just a nice person, offered to switch days with me, since her test is tomorrow. Our teacher said she didn't think that would help.
Guess her vote was for nerves.
During class, even as my stomach churned, I tried to relax. Then my classmate said she was full of nervous energy. I agreed I was too.
So our teacher said "Get up. Let's go."
But we didn't sit outside and study, which is good, since it something I am horrible at. I love being outside...oh look! Shiny thing!
Yeah...no focus when I am outside.
Instead, she walked around campus with us. We talked about what we saw. We hopped. Three times. We walked up and down stairs, describing what we were doing.
It was a great break.
Then I had my test.
I feared I would get less than I got before I went to Estonia. I secretly hoped I would get a 3 in either speaking or reading (both would be too much to hope for).
In reality, I got better than I did before, got exactly what I was supposed to get. So I am still on track for my 3/3.
The test felt good...I felt good about my speaking, good about my reading, and knew where my mistakes were (damn endings). I knew when our teacher was kicking it up a notch. I asked for clarification.
I think by June 30, I will be ready.
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