What a Surprise!

Two saturdays ago I went to the University of Puerto Rico in Arecibo(UPRA).  I went there to take a test so I could take a special math course on Saturday. When I first heard about it, I had to enter.  I learn such little amounts of math here in Puerto Rico that I saw this as my chance to finally learn some more math.  

So, I entered the building, ate a little breakfast they provided, and waited for the test to be given out. Fifty-five people were going to be accepted. There was about a hundred kids there. I thought, I am getting in for sure.  I am pretty good in math. Just recently I won a competition against eleventh graders in the high schools of Arecibo. I thought, I have a pretty good chance.

They gave out the tests. There were twenty five multiple choice questions. Hm, the first two were sort of difficult.  I skipped them, and went to the others.  About an hour later, I handed in my test, pretty confident. I didn't know everything there, but I knew enough.

 

I went outside to wait for Mommy to pick me up. Some classmates of mine were there. They were discussing the test. They were looking at a review for the test they had got the day earlier. My heart sank as I realized it was the same exact questions as the test. If they knew the answers beforehand, how many more people might have known? My chances of being accepted suddenly seemed to grow slimmer. I pushed away the thought. Nah, I made it.  I had to have made it. 

On Tuesday, some students who took the test asked me, "Did they call you?" I shook my head. Days passed and I still recieved no word from the UPRA.  I sadly accepted the fact that I didn't make it. Besides, I didn't have time to think of that.  Cafe Digital was closed, and we had a lot of moving to do.

The next Saturday, when I could have been learning something, was spent with some more cleaning and moving.  At the end of the day, I sat at the computer to check my e-mail. I had two new e-mails. One was something from Tangle.com or something, so I deleted it. The next was from someone I didn't recognize. I clicked on it, and read "Congratulations! You have been accepted to the program in the UPRA." 

You can believe that my mouth was hanging wide open. I was accepted? I was rather shocked.  All this time I thought, fifty five people had done better than me on the test. I found that deep down inside I hadn't really thought it was possible.Not trying to say I am better than all those people, but to do worse than fifty five of them. It was hard to accept.  Thankfully, in the end, I didn't have to accept it.