In my state, all 11th graders are required to take some stupid standardized test, which I won't name for obvious reasons. The sad part is that everyone else gets to arrive at school 3 hours later. I remember looking forward to the day of the standardized test back when I wasn't in 11th grade since I could finally "enjoy" a day of school without being sleep-deprived. Unfortunately, this year, it's my turn to suffer through the horrific exam. I only managed to get less than 4 hours of sleep since I stayed up until 3AM and woke up at around 6:45, so I knew that I would have a hard time staying awake while I tried to answer ridiculous questions about a fucking passage of text or something like that. In order to try to wake myself up, I asked my mom to make a few dinosaur chicken nuggets. I quickly ate the nuggets, thinking nothing of it, and started packing my things. During the car ride to school, however, the first signs of disaster began to appear. I felt a weird force pressing against my stomach, causing irritating, albeit tolerable, levels of pain and discomfort. I thought to myself that I would be able to manage the pain and sit through the entire test. However, by the time I arrived at school and sat down at my seat, ready to take the exam, the pain started to become unbearable. I squirmed in my seat, attempting to adjust my position to try to find the optimal one that minimized pain, and by the strange glances I got from surrounding normies, I may have creeped them out. However, even that was not enough to deter my efforts to reduce the pain. I tried to focus on the questions on the screen in front of me, but ton no avail. I couldn't focus on the stupid fucking standardized exam. I decided to take a quick walk around the halls to see if stretching a little would alleviate the pain, but eventually, I felt the need to go to the bathroom. I walked in, and glanced around the bathroom for a few seconds, looking for any signs that someone might be there. Luckily, no one was there. It was at that moment, the moment I felt peace, that I began to sense that I was about to throw up. In a moment of shock, I rushed to one of the fucking toilets and just threw up all over it. I then looked at the puke splattered all over the fucking floor and toilet and burst into laughter, imagining the humorous look of disgust on whoever encountered this bathroom next. I washed my face and returned to the classroom, hoping that I would no longer feel discomfort. But as soon as I fucking sat down, the pain started again. Soon, I found myself scrunched in a strange position that surely caused normies to feel creeped out. That, however, STILL DIDNT WORK. I ended up failing the fucking test and almost shitting my fucking pants.
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Everyone laughs until they're the one in a public place about to fucking shit their pants and having no way to leave or go to the bathroom.
It least you didn't eat sugar-free gummy bears before it.
Dino nuggets are just as bad but I couldn't stop myself from eating a few delicious, tasty, juicy, dinosaur chicken nuggets.
>get enough good boy points to demand extra nuggies
>suffer due to the poor food standard in your nation
No good deed goes unpunished.
All of this sounds like an excuse for no studying at all.
bro theres no way to study for these types of tests though
>I threw up all over the bathroom and almost shit my fucking pants during a standardized test.
me when I overdoes on water