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"The Exam - Poem"

The chair was as cold as ice
As hard as nails
As I sat down a pair of eyes drifted on to me
A man, a man in a pink shirt with a vacant expression was towering over me
I could barely feel my legs by now but forced a smile
His face was not as malice as I had imagined
He seemed calm and mellow like an examiner should be
It was at this time that I realised my flaw
He gave me my slip and I started to draw
I couldn't believe an exam so simple could be so demanding
As I dragged my pencil across the page I felt hot and cold both at once
I felt nervous yet confident
Confident yet stressed
Stressed yet clear minded as I picked up my brush
My entire exam rested upon my skill with goo
This coloured goo straight from a tub
I felt so patronised yet I knew it was a skill
A skill I wasn't sure I had but I attempted none the less
As the clock ticked on I smeared the paint across the page
Red, yellow, purple, blue, green and every other colour I had
Five hours seems like a long time until you are given such a task
As the day passed by with me in that plastic chair I realised the truth
This wasn't a test of skill; this wasn't a test of talent...
This was a test of perseverance and one I wasn't going to lose
A single stroke of my brush felt like an eternity
But only two minutes had passed
Eventually, tired and cranky I gave in to the painting
I had forty-five minutes left but I couldn't do anymore
As I watched the paint solidify & smudged some charcoal I decided to leave
This was the end
I received another gormless look from the man in the pink shirt as I left
I don't know how I have done
I wont know for a few months
But I know in my head that I tried my best
And that I didn't lose to The Exam

(Inspired by my Art exam today)

*relaxes*

I'm all good now. Just had to point it wasn't a personal dig : it wasn't because we're not talking.. It was because it was a bad poem.

Now off to listen to something that'll get me ready for an evening of pleasant exam revision.

enough.

I didn't knock you online! I said the poem was bad because it was! If Rickoss posted it, I would say it was bad. If oldmanfunk posted it, I would say it was bad. If SHEEPY or Grix posted it, I would say it was bad.

Jeez!

Doesn't change the fact your poem sucked

just laugh at them - a tactic that never fails.

oh and it's "instinctive", not "instinctual".

Ugh..the only non-word I can use right now.

*shudders*

Heh no I'm not going to fight. They've spent over a month staying out of my way and now they've come back to knock me. I'm going to be tolerant though because I can't win with them, whenever either of them insult me I do the instinctual thing which is to defend myself but then I get called "Argumentative". They ignore the fact that we wouldn't be arguing in the first place if they hadn't insulted me to begin with. Oh well, they can be as immature as they want for all I care. I'll stay out of their way if they stay out of mine.

YAY BIATCH FIGHT!

Hmmmmmm, interesting.
Why would I waste my time talking to you, its much easier this way since I can close the browser and wont be called 'rat child' and other such names.

Cubist wrote:
I wouldn't want to be argumentative now.

Ho ho.

And I posted that remark saying the poem was not good not because we've fallen out, but as a post it was bad. If it was by 'anon' I would say it was bad too.

Nothing personal, it was entirely post-related.