After suffering preparation of  English written test around one month, I was excited and eager to finish it as soon as possible. Couldn't bear long time waiting in the house, I decided to reach exam rooms in advance. I sailed out and got on bus at 11:00am, at that time, I still had three hours buffer time to catch up the test at 14:00. I was enjoying listening HIT FM, didn't pay any attention to bus stop. When I realized I was on the bus for a long time, it's obviously late. I missed. Without another choice, I got off the bus next stop. It's a place called Huangcun. I've never been there before. Good thing that the nearest subway was not far, through another half an hour in the metro and almost one hour walking over asking for direction to go to the school where I would attend the test. It's already 13:30 when I finally arrived at the test room. Even though I caught up the test, I was a little anxious about what would encounter next. I had a sixth sense there would be something unlucky following. The fact proved my prediction. It came indeed.

       Everything went well until I finished writing composition on the scratch paper. I had a second round reviewing what I had written, and was about to copy from note paper to test paper, unfortunate thing was approaching. One of examiner stopped me and took away the manuscript. She looked at it for a while and seriously stared at me and asked where I got the paper. I was frightened, I brought it by myself. When I put it on the desk, there's no one said it's not allowed and even without mentioning it. I told her it was empty and I just took it as my note paper because I used to writing on it as there's lattice space. Whatever I explained, it didn't work. I realized it's futile to ask for returning my composition. On the other hand, time was tight, it was only twenty minutes left. I had to re-organize and re-write it. Worse that I was unable to concentrate on the topic any more. My inspiration and thought was gone away. I lost again.