Class, Test, my hope

Last week, interestingly enough, the class met in the computer lab to work on our rough drafts. As I was tediously typing up my first draft, I began to hear a woman yelling. It was Mrs. Clinch. She began to convincingly order the students not to speak while doing their work. Obviously many were not. Despite her warnings, the class continued to converse, which is when Mrs. Clinch gave her second warning. You could see the exasperation in her eyes and conviction in her voice. Had we not fell silent, surely our computer lab privileges would have been canceled. I have seen Mrs. Clinch slighty annoyed, but I have never witnessed her being angry. Hopefully, it will not occur again.
On Thursday, I felt as if I were experiencing a male’s menstrual cycle, not to be disrespectful in any way. After finishing my internship at Sapient, I drove home through the thundering rain. Even though I hydro-planed three times, I made it home by 6 o’clock. I imagined to myself, I have a few hours to study for Calculus, AP Spanish, and the Winesburg Ohio Test. How was I supposed to study for all these in a few hours. Unfortunately, I could not. After studying for Calculus and Spanish until one o’clock in the morning, I had just begun studying for Winesburg. My mind was racing with the consequences if I fail this test. AP Literature was my lowest grade, yet my favorite class. I was determined to get an A on this test. As a result, I stayed up until 4:30 studying as efficiently I could, ironically. When I entered the AP Literature class, I tried to get slight hints how the test was for the previous class. I saw that many students were staying after the bell, an extremely bad situation in my case. “Hopefully, this test would not take as long for me,” I thought. Unfortunately, it did. As I was rushing in panic-mode, I managed to finish. But before I started the test, I noticed that the test was a little strange. It hardly included material from the novel! The test was all about reading a chapter from the book, and responding to questions about it. Although a few had to do with the novel as a whole, it seemed insignificant compared to the amount of time I studied for it. I was sad.
Despite the depressing week, I have to continue. The final draft is due on Wednesday, and I cannot be hindered by minute obstacles. I hope that my work will pay off in the future so that I may enter a college that will bring me to a brighter future. Until then, I will endure.