Hien Kampf (quoted by Adolf Hitler, these are German words for "My Struggle")

My thoughts on AP World History Testing on May Twelfth Two-thousand ten. 

"Boom boom-boom chik - boom, boom... chik" ~Me

It's all in good play.

Sweet relief flows through my veins,

The test is over and so are the pains.

"It ain't no jive I'm getting a five."

That man-made test I did not survive.

On the back of my review book, it said clearly this test wasn't made for me

It was created as an pre-ultimatum for future lawyers and police officers or dire responsible doctors.

To those standards, I'm not even close to a "could be"

Being me, I still took it thinking I "could be" a potential success.

All those eighty-some dollars.

All the stressful overload from worrying.

Just to fill in some bubbles and for half a day: to sit!

Because the results aren't college worthy, I wouldn't doubt it.

I'm quite familiar that I studied for hours on end

But coming out with similarly unfavorable results, never a "ten".

I figured out a crack in the testing systems similar to traditional Confucian ideology:

Leaders are not built on tests but on how well they do logically.

I'm not what tests make out for me,

Those have a set score and requires no long intermission.

Is that how a man should be molded?

In that case, I determine my own path.

I'm not Charlie Sheen - a Twittering knitter

Found out well enough that life squeezes lemons sour and bitter

So I didn't pass the test

But I told myself that life was at its best (at least better than Mr. Sheen).

I tried very hard by studying past midnight, taking practice quizzes...

But trying isn't enough if its not in your blood.

Ahead of me is a fulfilling life filled with opportunity,

One test won't get the best of me.

Then I began to think about the test - seriously

I thought, "Damn, what a waste."

There were no triumphant trumpets or glorious gastronomes to great me.

It wasn't worth it for all the gold in the world.

This is what I learned from this test.

"It ain't no jive I'm getting a five."

Ironic because I did not heed to those conferments.

At least I'm good at English.

05/01/12

I reflect on my poem.
So sad that I thought that way.
It's okay every 11 months I am anew.
A book said so... anyway, so are you!

Aren't you glad you read this?
Thank you. I see you have read my struggles..