Honey! I'm hooome! (Part III)

Before I start, I just need to clear something up for you ignorants:

Cynthia: Question: What the hell is that test about? you make it sound so damn important
Khass: i donno what's the name in oz
Khass: it's an exam you have to take if you wanna go to highschool
Khass: it counts for 50% of the grade
Cynthia: Ah, we don't have it. lucky us :D
Khass: and making a high note is somewhat optional
Khass: but for me, who needed over 9
Khass: it was damn important

OK, back to work. All exams were sealed and the names we wrote on them were covered with a black paper so those who corrected them wouldn't see our names. This helps if you "tell" a corrector to be more ... indulgent with your grade. Well, this still kinda works, if you make a mark somewhere on the paper. Here it gets paranoid - you must absolutely NOT make ANY mark of ANY kind ANYWHERE on the paper, not even correct something, or else your exam will be rejected and you will lose ANY chance to go to highschool. Yeah, it's that paranoid. It scares the living cheater out of you.

But we did cheat. Well, at least I didn't cheat for me, but for others. I told/whispered them answers, sneaked small papers to them. Hell, I was da Masta' Informer in there. According to professors, this gets you rejected and spit on. According to me, this gets you moneyz, kissez and handshakes. Guys/Gals I never knew until that day still say "Hello!" on the street when they see me. =D

Now, back to those correctors. Yeah, they suck. Those (censored) of a (censored) had some (censored) up their (censored). Why? I needed a 9 to be a shoe-in into my targeted highschool (and informatics-specialized one; big surprise, eh?). But nooooo, those (censored) didn't like my writing, 'cause they gave me a (censored) 8.98 !!! I almost exploded with anger! 0.10 less points on my average and I would've ninja'd everybody there with my sneaker and my cell phone. But they didn't. It was fear, I'm telling ya. Fear!

So now I had to wait 2 weeks to wait to see if the repartition (which is done by a computer) got me in that highschool. It was a matter of life and death. For those around me, that is. If I got in, I would've group hugged everybody, leaving them with broken bones, severe brain damage and a great fear for hugs for the rest of their life. If I didn't get in, I would've became an hidrogen bomb (info: 1000x more powerful than the atomic bomb) and the city and county/state would be (censored). Yeah, (censo... bloody censorship.

2 weeks later, I was standing right in the same position I am now, with my family around me, browsing through the names of rejects and happy happy kids, and then, suddenly, a porn pop-up! Gah! Closed it. Didn't have any interest in it ... for now. After that, **JBAM!!!**, a blow to the head! Almost fell out of my chair and into nothingness.

(to be concluded in part IV (a bit of patience, please; and DUH!) which will be written tonight)

Death by one small mark on the test paper.