Three hundred minutes of multiple choice, a computer monitor and me. We had headphones for silence. We had to sign in, and sign out. We had ten minutes allotted to bathroom breaks to be used as we wished. In short, everything about the test conditions had controlled parameters....except my brain.
Half way through the math, an earworm made its presence known. I'm doing a problem with square split end roots or radios or some such and not loving life. Instead of thinking of the process I needed to solve the equation, my mind went to the mental equivalent of X. J
"Welcome to my secret layer on Skull Crusher Island...." Mark Shea introduced me to the silly lyrics of Johnathan Coulton during one of our Connecting the Dots podcasts. Stupid silly fun stuff, not very helpful for jogging the cobwebs off my brain from math I fought with over two decades ago.
I flicked the thought away and perused the answers, looking to get rid of the outliers.
"You like monkeys...you like ponies...you maybe like monsters...not quite so much..."
and I had a moment of clarity.
Next problem. But the lyrics did not go away.
I finished, fighting down the song the entire rest of the exam. If I don't pass this math test, I'm going to blame Mark Shea.
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