Leaving Each Other To Wonder

Yes! I now have internet in my house… well when my neighbor doesn’t need to use the internet for his sermon. Anyways, it might have an impact on how much I blog (What has it been? A few months since I last posted.) I’m finding bloging has an impersonal feel that is, well, rather hard to warm up to. I tell the best stories when I have the direct, responding audience. And my wild hand motions visible. haha
Today I somehow found myself not studying in the library during English class. The class was ending so I stood up. “¿Adondé vas?” (“Where are you going?”) asked my English teacher.
“Umm, ¿recreatión?” I replied confused. Then I noticed the last two of my fellow students still in the room pulling out paper and sitting down. One of them looked up and told me we had Ensamble (band). This didn’t really clear up my confusion though.
(In Spanish) “Are you all ready for the make-up English test from Monday?” the teacher asked them.
I wondered if I was supposed to take this test, I had missed Monday due to an injury that involved a trampoline. “Do you want me to take this test?” I asked in Spanish.
“Oh, it would be my pleasure if you took it!” I wasn’t sure if this meant she had wanted me to take it before or what but now I knew that I was stuck taking it either way.
I settled in the nearest blue metal chair and quickly headed my paper, smiling, still wondering what she had meant. Ever so slowly and clearly I was told to write the question, and the question was “What is your name?” We were given a long silence to contemplate the significance of this question, then, it was repeated. After forever had passed she repeated it again for good measure. Oh please speed it up a little. As if she had read my thought, she started rushing and gave us one question after another. They weren’t hard to think of an answer for me but it was hard to write the question and answer at this speed. Halfway through I actually didn’t finish my answer- the question was “What do you dislike?” I scribbled “I dislike” then started racking my brain for something I didn’t like. I realized she was two more questions ahead by now and left it blank to come back to. I was fine but how my classmates, Spanish speaking by birth, could possibly by passing this test, I wondered. After the tenth, the last, I rapidly answered the one I hadn’t time to finish before. My lame answer was “I don’t like sitting for a long time.” I raced foreword and handed her my test. Then I realized the two other students seemed not rushed in the least. It clicked as one said “Wow”. They were all to write the questions first, and then answer. I had finished as they had just begun. Even the teacher seemed surprised I had managed to finish already. I laughed at my mistake and gathered my stuff leaving them to wonder. And I’m still wondering what that question before the test meant… did she expect me to take the test in the first place or not?