Thursday, October 9, 2003

Things happened pretty much as I envisioned them. My father at the kitchen table with a beer in front of him, and my mother in front of the stove, cooking camarones al mojo de ajo. Things seemed alright. They were… even though my father didn’t pass the exam. Ah, but we joked around about it. 🙂

My father said that this time they had given him a different set of questions. We concluded, however, that eventually they’ll run out of new questions to ask him, so he just has to stick around and persevere. 🙂 “Vamos a ver quien es mas necio,” he said (we’ll see who’s more stubborn).

He was told at the testing site that perhaps he should try a more recent study guide, the one with 2003 standards, instead of the one from 2002 that he’s currently using. “Soon enough I’ll have the whole collection,” he said. Heh.

My father thinks highly of himself. (Now you see who I get my conceitedness from. ;)) Not passing a test doesn’t bring him down for too long. Things don’t go beyond him cursing at whoever devised the exam — “Hijos de su chingada madre,” he says between beers. Heh.

Just another example of the man trying to keep a brotha down, I say. 😀

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