AP Art History and FIRSTie

Listening to: a fan oscillating.
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So, today was the AP Art History exam. I thought it was at 8 am, but thanks to Kenji I found out the day before, so I didn't have to wake up earlier :] Kudos
I wasn't worried at all. I was going to make it a fun test, so it didn't matter to me.
We had this proctor dude, along with Ms. Reyes, who talked so fast, that no one understood him, so I didn't see the point in him talking if no one was listening to him or was able to listen to him.
That test was easy.
Maybe because I didn't know any of the questions and I just basically did Eenie Meenie Mainee Mo on every question or bubble in answers to spell out BADCABABC etc.
It was pretty fun.
The essay portion came, and this was where it got even more fun.
Before I answered the first essay question, I made a little note telling the reader to be cautious as my answers may cause one's IQ to drop significantly. I also warned them that they're in for some random facts, and that if they don't want to bother reading them then to just skip until the last part for a fine piece of artwork created by me.
After that, I just wrote about random facts. At least I hope they were facts.
For the majority of it, I just drew. My essay could be considered an artwork itself.
The next thing you know, you'd see students writing
1.) #24
2.) AP Art History Exam
3.) Boredom period, BAE
4.) 21st century Modern Doodle
5.) Masterpiece
on flashcards. Hah.
After that waste of time, I met up with a friend to get some tickets, but before that happened, we did some kush. Can't remember how many hits I did, but enough to make me feel the high.
I didn't feel anything the first five minutes, but then it got me about 10 minutes in.
I can't really explain the feeling, but it felt like I was dreaming. Every blink made me feel like time paused and resumed. I felt like I was floating/flying. Ma homie's car had an awesome stereo system and the best taste in music, so we were listening to it and feeling the vibrations all over my body. It felt soooooooooooooo intense.
We got out of the car and went to go do what we met up to do. We went to go buy tickets, and the cashier, an old black woman, knew the minute we walked in we were high. My friend asked for two tickets, but paid separately and somehow the cashier went like "You must be high... We have to speak the same language. Can you do that?"
I was like wtf. How'd she know so quickly. and my friend was clearly speakin English.
And that's when I started getting scared
I didn't know why I got scared, but my heart started beating and I started to sweat. It was soo weird. I was telling myself "dude, it's just an old cashier. chill daniel, chill."
Tickets cost $61.70, and I gave her $61.75, and out of nowhere I told her to keep the nickel change. I guess she sorta got offended by it. I didn't understand. I didn't want mah change back, but she started lmao'in and just gave it to me.
That was soo weird.
Got back in car. Listened to some more music.
Got some boba at Boba Time.
It was funny because when we were in line for Boba Time, I heard some familiar voices behind me. It was Kate, Kaitlin, and Amanda Chen. They were so into talking that they didn't notice my friend or me or my loud laughing.
They eventually noticed us.
OH, and of course there was the best moment.
We were looking at a flyer for EDC and we kept seeing it upside down on one side and fine on the our side. We kept flipping it around, but we later found out they were all in the same direction... Fail. Hahahaha.
Then went home, and my high faded away (haha get it?) just in time. Lucky.
Good day.
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