A Test Of Patience
<p style="text-align: center;"><img class=" aligncenter" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center; width: 252px; height: 350px; border: 0px initial initial;" title="Patience!" src="http://opinionsandexpressions.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/9496_schoolgirl_under_stress_while_taking_a_test_quiz_or_exam_at_her_desk_in_a_classroomjpg.png" border="0" alt="" width="252" height="350" /></p> <p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://opinionsandexpressions.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/9496_schoolgirl_under_stress_while_taking_a_test_quiz_or_exam_at_her_desk_in_a_classroomjpg.png" target="_blank">image borrowed from The Studies Reloaded</a></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">It's funny how as kids, we cringed at the the thought of a quiz, test, or exam. I remember making faces and testing the limits of my teachers' patience once the announcement of such events took place. It even got me to the Disciplinary Office quite a few times. At the same time, I was always a firm believer that tests are never indicative of who I was, or still am. Maybe it was reflective of my current state, or of my prevailing mood. But never in my wildest dream or sanest state did I succumb to the belief that a 66% grade in Math made me stupid with numbers, nor did a 99% in English Lit make me a laureate.<div class="qodef-more-link-container"><a itemprop="url" href="https://www.riccichan.com/2009/04/a-test-of-patience/#more-19" target="_self" class="qodef-btn qodef-btn-medium qodef-btn-solid"> <span class="qodef-btn-text">Continue reading</span> </a></div></p>