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Topic: Exams (07/26/04)

TITLE: Those Awful Red Marks
By Glenn A. Hascall
07/27/04

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“You have thirty minutes to complete the performance evaluation on your comprehension level of the ameba as outlined in the final chapter of ‘Earthworms and their Friends,’” the voice droned on and on. “Because you have a limited time to complete the assignment, please fill out each question as completely as possible in the time allotted.”

I stared at the back of the test - a clean white slate, temporarily devoid of those ugly red marks that always seemed to mock a chanting rhythm, “Failure, failure…”.

“When you’re finished please gargle with pickle juice and cluck like a chicken…”.

What had he said? Chicken’s juggling pickles? Maybe I hadn‘t heard right.

“Begin.” A simple yet fear inducing word echoed and reverberated.

Begin? So many words and lines all blurring together to look like an interstate from a helicopter flying toward the latest accident. Eye-in-the-sky reporter Clay Moore reporting as a deep-voice radio guy, “Traffic on the beltway will be slow going for the next hour or so, a fender bender caused by a stalled vehicle that didn’t make it completely off the Interstate is at the root of the snarl. Keep it tuned to Wow 97 for updates. Keeping you up to date and on time I’m Clay Moore.”

Time? What am I thinking? Obviously nothing to do with single cell organisms. I shake my head as I fill out my name and look at the first question.

Explain the inherent difficulties associated with Amebiasis most often linked to inhabitants of tropical and subtropical regions.

“Amebiasis? How in the world should I know what difficulties are associated with Amebiasis?” My mind contemplates the conundrum for a moment, “Let me sound this out -- Amy- bias - is. Amy is biased? I don’t even know an Amy.” I suspect this is a disease caused by rogue amebas wreaking havoc with the digestive systems of the indigenous population in tropical and subtropical regions but the thought flees to unexplored regions of my gray matter. “Where’d that come from?“ Suddenly I find myself scribbling: The inherent difficulties of Amebiasis is that people feel picked on by Amy who spreads her partiality throughout the land. The people need to be free of such a parasite - in fact intervention may well be needed to eradicate the spread of this disease.

Suddenly visions of dancing raisins, mutant chickens and cookie making elves sat in the waiting room of my mind as I contemplated a merry band of amebas cavorting with wrinkled grapes, chickens on steroids and vertically challenged little people.

Songs storm into my head begging me to take the stage where I wowed even Simon with my vocal abilities and stage presence. Video games then beckoned me to higher and greater achievements. I was a willing participant in all these crazy mind games.

The rest of the test is a blur, but when he finally called, “Time,” I had already finished writing everything I cared to guess on. The one major consolation was that I had actually filled in my name this time. School was about as tasty as orange juice at a toothpaste festival. I hadn’t studied for the test - I knew it - HE knew it - the whole class knew it.

I had wanted to study - I really had, but the words blended into a form of alphabet soup and refused to connect with my brain. Besides there were so many things screaming for my attention. Ultimately I gave up.

Maybe next time - maybe then I won’t see those awful red marks. I’ll work hard and practice - I’ll study and I’ll ace it next time.

Somehow, even I am not convinced.

“It seems to be a fact of life that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God’s law with all my heart. But there is another law at work within me that is at war with my mind. This law wins the fight and makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord. So you see how it is: In my mind I really want to obey God’s law, but because of my sinful nature I am a slave to sin” (Romans 7: 21-25 - NLT)


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Joanne Malley08/02/04
Glenn-

Very creative and inventive article! It also contains a great message...thanks!

Joanne
Dan Blankenship 08/02/04
Glenn, absolutely hilarious! Loved it!

God Bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
P.S. You don't know anyone named Amy?

Corinne Smelker 08/02/04
Aww Glenn, this was wonderful! How often do we do the word assocations you did here - "Amy is biased". What a hoot - definitely a winner in my book!
darlene hight08/02/04
Hysterical! Loved it!
Deborah Anderson08/02/04
This was great Glenn. You are a good writer. Thank you and God bless you.
WENDY DECKER08/02/04
Excellent article Glenn.
Dori Knight08/02/04
The best line I've read in a long time: "School was about as tasty as orange juice at a toothpaste festival." You, my brother, are one funny man. Blessings!
Dian Moore08/02/04
Funny, as always, and with a good message.
Karen Treharne08/02/04
Your words dance across the screen, Glenn, and I feel their rhythm and am caught up in the scene. A great job of using creative thinking and descriptive writing. One of the best articles yet. Well done.
Mary Elder-Criss08/03/04
Man, the more articles I read this week, the farther my stomach sinks when I consider my own entry. So glad I am not a judge, because I could never choose.

As usual, Glenn, your article is full of your gentle, self-deprecating humor...a real blast to read. Thanks for sharing, my friend. Mary
Linda Miller08/07/04
I suspect this is a disease caused by rogue amebas wreaking havoc with the digestive systems of the indigenous population in tropical and subtropical regions but the thought flees to unexplored regions of my gray matter. “Where’d that come from?“ You are a very gifted writer - you had me laughing the whole way through - thanks for your entry! I love to laugh!