The Jokes on You

 BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP. Damn, that's the alarm. You wake up late AGAIN, knowing that you shouldn’t have because with report cards right around the corner, Mr. Lawset, the attendance lieutenant will have your head.

“Goldsworthy, you’re a senior now, you should know that every lateness will result lower for your final grade.”

 You know this and yet you still stayed up last night on Netflix saying, “one more episode” to yourself and before you knew it it was 3:47am. Now it’s 8:46am and you can’t find your keys. Where your other boot? You wore it yesterday and kicked it off by the … Kitchen! There it is. You hop into one boot while the other sit right underneath your heel, half way in. You grab your backpack and head for the door knowing that you have a gut feeling that you forgot something extremely important. As you make it to school, it’s second period – perfect. You grab a late pass from the main office and take an alternate route to your locker. As you make your way, you make a left at the Music Wing stopping by the piano room to trade homework with Alison for Mrs. Turnit’s economics class, she never has all of the answers. So, you take a picture on your phone instead and hope that Fran from AP Lit will be here today to give you the rest. AP LIT! Crap, now you remember, today's  presentations on Othello are due today and you definitely left your flash drive at home right next to the cherry blossom perfume that you sprayed on yourself before leaving. Rushing out of the Music Wing you go ahead to the Senior Café, awesome breakfast if still being served. You say your greetings to Barb as she gives you the usual, bacon, egg and cheese on a croissant not a roll because you just don’t do rolls. As you make your way to AP Lit the bell rings and sworm of students fill the halls. You manage to make it up the stairs and pass the library and in one swift motion you bang your locker open. As you grab your materials for the rest of the day a folded paper falls out to the floor. When you unfold it’s an invitation to your father wedding and within that one a memoir paper of your grandmother’s passing. You take a moment and breathe. Wondering how long will it take your mother to come home when events like this spring up. You should call her –no! Shake it off, you need to get to class. When you make it to room 218, everyone is seated and the room is silent. You look to see the bookworm, Sam Cambody handing out thick stapled stacks of papers to every row. Where’s Mrs. Stickson? You sit down looking confused, Fran informs you that there’s a pop test and that the Stick has stepped out for a couple of minutes. Pop test? Who gives out a pop test? As you skip the directions and take the test, you try to think about what you know, and what you don’t and then you remember that you have testing anxiety. Your hands get sweaty and soon enough you start to hate the smell of the perfume to sprayed on this morning. The questions get more and more unfamiliar and you notice everyone leaving class at an unusually quick pace. When you finally decided that you’ll fail anyways you guess the rest of the 46 questions and fill the bubbles away. As you leave the class you catch up with Fran and decide to bring up how hard the test was.

“What test?” she says like she doesn't understand “Oh that test!” she exclaims “Didn't you read the plan? The Directions stated that once you wrote your name and the date you didn't have to take the test, April 1^st? April Fools? Don’t you get it?” she asks.