I walked out of the language testing center in the basement of the Joseph Fielding Smith Building with my two middle fingers in the air, thinking to myself "this is the last Spanish test I will ever fail again." (I didn't really have my fingers in the air, but I was thinking about it). Anyways the air in the hall smelled different, lighter and more refreshing. I walked out of the basement and as I climbed the stairs I looked at Y mountain and noticed that the sky has never been bluer. There was an extra pop in my step as I climbed the stairs because all the weight of term papers, grades and failing Spanish test had been lifted off my shoulders. I don't know if everyone gets the point, but I, my friends, am a free man. Thats right I rolled off campus for the last time as a student. At that moment all the prayers that were stuck in the celling of the Heber J Grant building a.k.a. the testing center were released and sent on their merry way. You all know those prayer, "I know I didn't study very hard, but I need this class to graduate." Yeah those prayers that everyone is saying but in the end they go down to look at the big tv at the bottom of the steps and next to their secret number is a bold 49.8%. Anyways I don't have to worry about wondering if people standing around the tv know that I'm the one with the low score, because I'm done. I just thought I would let all you guys out there know.
