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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Test :: Original Writing Personal Narrative

Eyelids drooping, eyes watering from the aeonian yawns, the birds are not even awake singing their happy songs, notwithstanding here I am up at four xxx in the morning cracking open my books to study. Why am I doing this? I just went to bed less than seven hours ago afterward a two hour study session. The reason I trust myself through this ordeal is to consume promoted. In the Air Force we force back test to progress in our careers and aim make the next say or stripe. This sequence Im studying to make prevail Sergeant, E-7. I usually pelf out 6 months before the test, this time its 8. Last year I missed being promoted by 4 points. I refuse to let that happen again. That is why Im studying like my life depended on it. My testing ensure is only a couple of days away and I start to panic. Did I cover all the material? What if I freeze up in the testing room? What if Im late and they wear offt let me test? I was starting to lose my mind. I had studied so much that the thin gs I thought I knew started to sidestep me. Facts started running together like a race in my mind, trivial dates in Air Force history that meant absolutely nothing to me at this point in my exhaustion.Why dont you take a break, honey my husband said to me as he found me thoroughgoing(a) into the computer screen. Its still early come back to bed. I stared at him like he was the devil. Thanks for reminding me, I thought to myself. simply a couple more hours and Id have to get Lexus out of bed, fix lunches for the day, and get myself together. Not yet, I told him. just let me go over this last section and then Ill be done. Yeah right, he said as he left the room.Sleep was something I was not interested in these days. As if I did not have enough to worry about. later on I got this test behind me I would be fine. I could get back to being normal and doing some of the things that I had not been able to do. I wanted to get back outside to play with my daughter the playground was ca lling my name. I wanted to go to bed at a decent hour.

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