Test Jitters, Writer's Cramp, and Spam

In that order, no less.

I got an algebra test today, and I’m not so sure how I’ll do on this one. I did well on the first one, but to be fair it was more of a review of basic arithmetic than actual algebra.

This time, though, it is the real deal™ and I don’t know how well I’ll do. Lots of decimals and shit.

I still haven’t really gotten started again on writing. I just can’t seem to get the juices flowing lately. I’m forcing myself to do a little bit a day; but, again, it still feels forced. I guess that’s expected when all you’re doing is trying to remember and re-write stuff that you’d already done and subsequently lost to a computer crash. When I start moving forward again, I think that things will come a little bit easier than they have been.

My spam folder has been cracking me up lately. I’m trying to figure out why someone thinks that I’ll seriously click on a typo-ridden link talking about something called “Sham-Wow.” (I actually did google it, and it appears to be a legitimate product, but come on—do better than that for subject lines, guys. ;) )

zOMG Class Square!

I seriously can't believe I actually did this, but when we were taking the algebra test today, the teacher had to leave the room for something or another.  Well, as I was working on my test, nose in the scratch paper and punching the sticky buttons on a sight-impaired calculator (so I borrowed one, sue me) I noticed a lot of chatter going on around and behind me (mostly behind).

I didn't bother trying to look around and see just what it was; I was focused on trying to get this thing done right so that I didn't get a complete fail on the test.  Well, I hope I didn't.  I'd done my work honest-like and so I had made the effort.

As I finished the last problem I noticed why the snickering and consipiatorial noises behind me.  As I turned the page, trying to see the last page of the thing, there was, big as life and plain as day—

The answer key.

I freaked.

Well, now I knew why there was all that racket.  A lot of people obviously weren't nearly as honest.  (And now I knew why someone had finished in a record ten minutes.)

I didn't mention it aloud.  Instead in the Scantron 'name' blank I scribbled in the tiniest print I could manage:
zOMG key on last page?!

Dashed out as fast as I could get away with and not look suspicious.  Homigods, what a mess