I admit to being frustrated at showing up for the CADC exam, and no-one having the password to get me into the exam itself. I was surrounded by younger women and men taking placement tests, and from the sounds of it, not doing very well. Reading, writing, math, the three r*s they used to call them. Me? I was the age of all the women behind the desk. When I finished the exam and ok*d the results to be printed, they*d all seen the results before I left the testing room. If they*d had champagne, they would have popped the cork and served it then and there. Yep, I might frame the paper if only to honor those testing center women.
If I*d thought about it
I would not have chosen
The week before classes begin
To take my credentialing exam.
The computers were filled
With young men and women
In their late teens and twenties
The three r*s
Which are barely that.
The air was thick.
The women behind the testing center desks
Were my age.
They could not find the password
To get me into my exam.
When I finally took the exam
The women were there waiting for me.
They waited to congratulate me.
Sitting in a circle behind the testing center desks
Waited to hand me my printout,
Almost a diploma.
Found the stamp in the drawer,
Stamped it in red with date and place.
I may frame it.