First of all, you can imagine my surprise when, after a late night of studying followed by an early morning of studying and an hour drive while studying, the first test I had to pass on Saturday was getting my picture taken without breaking the camera looking like a corpse making a stupid face. Things that didn’t help: My slept-on-wet-hair trying to stick straight out from my head, not a lick of makeup on, and really bad lighting. Awesome.
After failing that test I sat down for the The Big One with a calculator, a set of building plans, and the utter lack of ability to recall any of the two hundred building code facts I’d memorized in the last two weeks. The first question was a math problem involving a surveying tool and I rolled my eyes at the computer and was like, “Do you think I live with an Engineer for nothing?”
And since my Own Personal Engineer was sitting three seats down taking his own test, at that point I pretty much figured this was going to be a trial run for me, and I’d be back in a month to take it again. But somewhere around question 2o I remembered how to use the Pythagorean theorem, and I was able to draw enough sketches in the margins of my scrap paper to help me visualize the answers. My math-teacher mother says that’s because I’m a conceptual learner. MysteryMan says UR DOIN’ IT WRONG.
In then end I counted 25 questions that were complete guesses which means I was thisclose to failing. Since they don’t tell you your score, all I know is that the paper they handed me when I was done said: PASS.
And just like that, I’m allowed to build you a house.
MysteryMan also passed, even though he didn’t study half as hard as I did, and I’m guessing will never want to build a house again once we’ve finished this one.
We wrapped up the day with an “hour” drive home that I actually took two and a half hours. After passing 5 people that had skidded off the road and thinking that a great way to end our triumphant test-taking day would be in a ditch, we decided to take the back roads.
Which were obviously way better. My knuckles are still white.
Now I’m going to go back to my regularly scheduled activities of house-building, blogging, and my full time job that does not include building houses. But it’s nice to know if I ever want to build one, I can. (And I’ll always know that the maximum height between risers on stairs is 8-1/4″.)