Tayler

This is an essay I had to write in English. I recently took the Aims reading and Writing test and so he thought we should write a descriptive essay on how we felt and saw when Aims was going on. I think this essay is really good, but it seems more like a narrative essay than a descriptive essay… tell me what you think.

Defeating Aims

The chill that runs up my spine was like an Olympic runner; fast but powerful. As I walk into the Aims’ testing room, I notice the room is cold but my nervousness is keeping me warm. I know that the Aims test is like a dragon, it is out to get all sophomores, and their only defense is to slay it with their sleek, sharp pencil. I can hear the boredom in the teacher’s voice as she is introducing herself, and handing out the tests chronologically. I am glancing around the room to see various posters of this-and-that. Most have English tips on them, so I assume the teacher teaches English.

The room is quickly hushing as the Aims teacher says “Shh” multiple times. It was time to start the test; I flip to the first page. I am flying through it until I come to a story about a sprinter, training hard so he would win the big race. Words like “hurry” and “time” pop up from the word-filled page and keep flashing in my mind. I only hear the clock saying “Tick, tock. Tick tock” as if it is speaking directly to me. I can feel the little hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up as the teacher is pacing the back of the room.

A brunette boy stands and hands the bubble sheet and the test booklet to the teacher. I glare at him in an I-can’t-believe-you-finished-so-early kind of look and glance back down to my own bubble sheet to see 25 more unbubbled questions. He has conquered the dragon, while I’m still in danger of being a lump of charred coal. I can hear the brunette boy tapping his pencil against his desk to a beat that I recognize. I twist my head to give him a sour look and he immediately stops. Now he is playing with his shaggy hair to keep his boredom at bay.

I force my neck to turn back to the test to read the final story. Knowing I am the only one left still taking the test, I whisper to myself “Do not rush, do not rush.” Finally, it is my turn to stand and hand my test to my teacher and sit back down with an accomplished smile on my face. All the stress and worries are over. I defeat the dragon.