The popular demand for a Lounge Post of the FE exam has been prepared. Incredible right? Me following through? Welcome back to The Lounge where inconsistency is but a 13 letter word. As stated prior, I took the FE exam in the shimmering goal of becoming a PE and proving the ~haterz~ wrong. A PE is a professional engineer. I am on the hunt to get more letters behind my name. I’ll likely start making up some soon. Signed, Leah Suzor, IJL TAE BMT.

I stated before I hope there aren’t any mechanical engineers who took the FE exam that are reading this because if I failed this when they passed, it’ll be awkward. They will know I am a lesser person. But that’s okay. That can be determined by a lot of means.

So taking any standardized test is wack, specifically when they search you. They searched my glasses for cameras. Do I look like I’m capable of doing that? The guy watched me struggle to open the locker for a solid 45 seconds. He had to get up and help me. Do I look like a smart woman who could mount a camera to my glasses? What would a camera do? I recall the episode of Spongebob where he took the driver’s test and had an antenna in his head. It ended up not working (big surprise).

Am I hiding an antenna underneath my cowgirl hat? Probably. I went to edit my face over this picture automatically before remembering it was unnecessary because it was my face already but then I started laughing at this imagery anyway. Classic.

People cheat on exams, that’s a fact, and I am opposed to that for a lot of reasons. The biggest is it usually takes more effort to cheat than to learn the material. Or like, just fail, what’s going to happen? Nothing? You retake a test or a class? You learn a valuable lesson on studying? No offense to you if you cheat, like Fleetwood Mac said: “children get older, and I’m getting older too”. Wait, wrong lyric, “you can go your own way”. Follow your own path, that’s the motto.

I am a huge believer in the fact that if you do not know the material by eleven the night before, you just don’t know it. Cramming doesn’t work for me. Or getting less than 9 hours of sleep per night. Or realistically, 12 hours of sleep. Someone told me that it isn’t healthy to sleep that much. Do I look healthy? Do I look like a woman with a plan? I have no idea what’s going on at any and every point in time. Where am I? Exhausted.

I couldn’t sleep well last night. My memories and regrets and mistakes were doing the Charleston in my head like a crappy off-Broadway rendition of Chicago where everyone was handed the script 15 minutes prior and everything is out of tune. Was that a metaphor? Absolutely not. That was a simile. You know it’s a simile because it had the word like or as in it. I distinctly remember learning that upwards of 15 times through my 12 years of education prior to me attending college where I learned like math and thermo and not similes. I hate those memes though where it says “I don’t know how to do taxes but thank god I can learn how to do Pythagorean theorem”. Does nobody realize how important triangles are. Triangles are everything. Also just look up how to do taxes. Coward.

Oh yeah the FE exam. I am bad at tests and tests are bad at me. As a reminder, if I never mention the FE again it means I failed and please please please don’t bring it up. What else did I have to say? Oh yeah! Matthew and I may be adopting a cat. If that happens, this will probably mean a new corner in House of Leah. I can’t think of what it would be though. The Cat room? Who knows. Not me. Thanks for visiting with me again.

Love,

Leah Suzor, IJL BLT AGPWABOB

A poetic overview of standardized tests: why am I so bad at things?