So I came home from work, had dinner, futzed about, watched the news, talked to my sister on the phone, and then –
Holy cats! I almost forgot about the Jeopardy! test!
I have been taking the test for this show for years … It was more fun when it was me and a bunch of other people in a room with pens and paper. That I can do. This, having to sit and wait and then type frantically yet legibly? Yick.
OK. I’m logged in, and have 37 minutes and 57 seconds to kill. It tells me so. In big letters. Real calm-inducing, folks.
I don’t know why I’m nervous and fumble-fingered about the whole thing – I already know I’m going to bomb. I can slaughter the contestants when I’m watching the show (I beat my hero Ken Jennings once!), but these tests are murder. A question comes on screen, and you have 15 seconds to read it and type your answer. While keeping one eye on the clock and another on your fingers and another on the screen to make sure what is typed there is what I meant to type there. Which is three eyes. And no, I’m not miscounting because I’m fidgeting because I have 31 minutes left.
Last year I studied, trying to brush up geography and sports. This year I didn’t; there seemed to be no point. I can’t possibly learn the primary rivers of all the countries in the world in a couple of days … I just wish there was some way to know how badly – or, you know, well – I do. There apparently isn’t, without keeping track of the questions asked and checking the answers. Which is hard.
Well. I think I’ll go watch the clock count down. Here goes nothin’.