Have you ever
had the feeling where you just feel so scared out of your mind that you feel
miniscule in the face of something huge? Well, that was me at the exams.
To help you
understand what kind of pressure the Italian State exams put on fragile fourteen-year-olds,
I will explain how everything works.
The 8th
grade final exams are divided into two phases: the written and the very
infamous orals (and I will explain why).
Phase 1 is easy
enough to understand. It’s a series of written tests that test you on how much
you’ve learned so far during the year. It focuses more on the techniques you’ve
learned so you can’t study for them. For me it was 6 tests that spanned over
the course of 5 days, Tuesday through Saturday (and you’re already feeling bad
for me).
Day 1: Essay in
Italian. This targets my main struggle in Italian public school, and that is
expressing myself in correct grammar in an essay. I may get good grades in
Italian grammar tests, but putting it into action is extremely difficult. The
professors give you four hours to write an essay from start to finish, writing
a rough draft first to make your corrections on and then rewriting everything
you just wrote on a corrected draft (ridiculous, I know). BUT!! (there must
always be a “BUT!!”) you are first handed three envelopes, each containing
three essay assignments. You will pick one of them at random and then choose
which of the three assignments you feel most prepared for. However, my
nervousness for that day completely altered my perception of time. Mere five
minutes felt like twenty! Also, the whole envelope madness NEVER happened: the
teachers only gave us one because everyone was running out of time just to
start the test. I managed to write it all down in three hours and leave the
room before I was the last one remaining. From here, things went downhill on
the difficulty level.
This is me arriving home after Day 1 of exams |
Day 2: French.
In this test I had the decision between responding to comprehension questions
on a paragraph in French or writing a letter to a hypothetical friend in French.
I chose the letter, and I pretty much had this one covered.
Day 3: Invalsi
tests. The “Invalsi” are a form of national Italian testing that is split in
two between Math and Italian. You have 75 minutes to complete each test, which
is a very tight time budget. It heavily tests your logic and attention span as the test was specifically
designed to fool you. In the Math test I obviously had to respond to 29
Arithmetic/Geometry questions, which was easier said than done. Once I was done
with the test there were literally thirty seconds left on the clock. It’s kind
of like those shows on Food Network. Once the time is done, you have to have
hands up, close the test, and give it immediately to the teacher. Fortunately
there was a fifteen-minute recess for everyone so they can recover. The Italian
test is divided into three parts: the first two are comprehension questions on
excerpts from a narrative book and a research paper, and the third is questions
on Italian grammar. Ironically, I had this one done 15 minutes in advance. Oh, the list was posted this day for the oral exams giving both dates and times for the 150 8th graders undergoing examination.
Day 4: English.
I’m not even going to be talking about this one.
Day 5:
Math/Technological Drawing. In this one I had to solve one geometry question,
three equations and do a technological drawing of a parallelogram.
Sound easy? Well, actually it was. I was one of the first people to finish.
Phase 2. Oh,
phase 2 how much I hated preparing for you. The oral exam requires the students
to study the entire program for every subject, which is 90+ units of
information!! If that wasn’t enough, you also need to prepare a presentation on
a topic of your choice, connecting it with all ten subjects, writing a thesis
complete with a PowerPoint. For example, history was connected by discussing the Cold War, music I talked about Bob Dylan and was prepared to play "Blowin' in the Wind" on my recorder, physical education I talked about hockey and the famous game between USA and USSR called "Miracle on Ice", geography I focused on the USA, English I talked about the Marshall Plan, Literature I talked about a period author and his works...you get the idea of everything having to connect to the Cold War. This is why everyone who has done this exam hates
it, and why every student who hasn’t done it yet dreads it.
I started writing my thesis two weeks before
the end of school (when most of my classmates had already finished theirs) and I completed the PowerPoint only after Day 5 of my written exams. My thesis ended up being 35 pages long. The presentation also had to be within a forty-minute time limit. I started
practicing presenting my work Sunday, which was right before the exam day (I
was tested on Monday afternoon). The first time I tried presenting, it came out
as an hour and a half long. The second time it was one hour. No matter how hard
I tried that day it could never be less than an hour.
But I’ve had
some amazing support from my family, friends, even prayers from people I don’t
even know. Sunday night I was feeling slightly better when my dad said, “I have
no doubts in you”. At least eight people from Grace Baptist Church in Cedarville were
gathered to pray for me during my exam time. It was comforting to think about, but
the “Why me?” question was always dogging me. It wasn’t that I didn’t accept
this prayer, but I just felt I was taking too much attention, possibly
distracting them from people who need it far more than me. The people who
prayed for me, if you’re reading this post now I want to say that words can’t
describe how humbled I am that you care about my life and I really appreciate
all of your prayers.
However, the
next morning I was cracking under the stress. I woke up at 6 in the morning and
I prayed for a full two hours. I started practicing in front of my mom, but I
constantly blanked out and then just broke down in tears.
If I’m breaking down in front my own mother,
who knows what I’ll do in front of the profs?
Then a friend of
mine was giving me updates on how the orals went for other people. They all
said it was easy, but I wasn’t sure I could believe them struggling as much as
I was just preparing for it.
Oh my nerves having to wait to be called in! I was 2nd for the afternoon group of testing. |
However, once I
stepped inside the room I was filled with a strange feeling of calm that almost
felt like it wasn’t mine. Seeing the familiar faces of my teachers that I’ve
had for the past three years helped, coupled with the fact that I would get
some room (I am claustrophobic around people). They were complimenting the fact
that I was well prepared for this exam (well, duh. Isn’t that what they want?).
Plugging in the flash drive, I started presenting my thesis.
Powerpoint presentation |
I was thankful they let me sit down since it was like 90° in the room! |
My French Professor asked me to stand as I recited a poem in French and spoke about the author and meaning of the poem all in French. |
I was silently
surprised by the fact I spoke with authority in Italian, English AND French. In
the end I was only asked a few things about my thesis. I never even got to present
all of it as the 35 minutes flew by. They could have asked me questions outside my thesis on things I’ve
learned the past year because they have the authority to do so. But they didn’t
and they just let me go.
It’s over… It’s finally over!!!
The feeling of
that heavy weight lifted from my back was indescribable. I was just so
overjoyed, beyond giddy.
Now that I think
about what happened during that exam, I noticed that I couldn’t have done that
on my own at all. The authority that I spoke with, the confidence I had didn’t
come from me, but from the Holy Spirit.
Again, a
shoutout to everyone who prayed for me: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PRAYERS!!!
Celebrating with a much deserved gelato! (Forgive the crazy eyes; I was literally mad with joy) |
STAY TUNED FOR THE RESULTS
—Samuel