I took the test this morning (see post below). It didn't seem as bad as the sample questions I worked through last night, but I don't know. I had about 15-20 minutes to spare during the first test, which was 120 multiple choice questions. Two-thirds of those questions were interpretations on literature excerpts. Let's just say I've forgotten a lot of literary devices.
The essay questions kicked my ass — two hours answering four essay questions. The last one had me writing an "well-developed" essay by picking two works from a list of about ten and using specific examples relating to "tone, imagery, symbolism," etc. Good grief. I had read three of the ten pieces to choose from, and I chose The Great Gatsby and The Color Purple. Even though I've read those books, it's been years since I've done so. I couldn't remember any character's name — well, ok Gatsby, that one's a given — and I could barely remember any specific instances.
Needless to say, my brain was fried. I stopped and picked up some lunch on my way home because that bowl of Banana Berry Cherrios I ate at 6 am this morning was just a memory. Even the measly bag of peanuts I bought from the snack machine between the tests didn't last the whole two hours of the last test. I came home, ate, and crashed for three and a half hours. Can I just say that taking these tests so damn early on a Saturday is UNHOLY? The high schools around here don't even start until 8:30 am for crying out loud!
Of course, I say all this but some sick part of me actually enjoyed being able to think about literature again. Isn't that freaky? I'm a freak aren't I? Or perhaps this is all evidence of how I've been wasting away for 8 hours a day for the past 11 years. Perhaps teaching is what I'm meant to do.
Ugh, enough thinking for today. I'm off to drink a bunch of wine and then watch some pretty animated cars run around on the screen for two hours. Peace!