Dear God,
I keep replaying everything over and over in my mind—why did I fail those two tests? Timing is crucial; we only have 60 minutes. Even though I’m always the last person to finish, it makes it seem as though I don’t know the answers. I need to work harder—somehow, in some way.
I think I need to read each question twice, maybe even three times, and then answer. The wording can be tricky, and if I don’t pay close enough attention, I miss what I actually know. Also, we’re limited to only three questions per test.
As it stands, if I don’t pass tomorrow, I’ll have two hours to pack. I arrived with four suitcases filled to the brim. There wouldn’t even be time to say goodbye. I would have to evacuate the hotel, pack within an hour—if that—and then take a flight home.
I tried speaking to the president or head person in charge for hiring, but he showed no mercy. I know I can’t expect him to bend the rules for me, but I needed to express how badly I want to be here. I don’t know if it meant anything to him, but I know it didn’t change my circumstances.
I feel like I can pass tomorrow’s test. But the very next day, we have another exam covering fire evacuations, emergency equipment, drills, and more.
My colleagues have been so kind. Jim gave me all his study guides to copy, and Bianca did too. I asked my roommate for help, and she sat with me for 30 minutes to review everything. I’m grateful for them.
My instructor hinted at how tired I look. She even put a sleeping mask sticker on my homework. I probably should just sleep now, but I needed to talk to You first.
I just want to know how to pass. I’m studying, but I’m not getting enough sleep. I should go to bed now.
Good night.
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