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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)
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)
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well, you're not exactly william shakespeare.
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)
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)
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