The Final Battle

Today, we met for the final time. I picked up my pen and calculator with shaking hands. I was scared. Scared of what I will see, and scared that the monsters on the paper will be more than what my training has prepared me for.

I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. he knows that I have prepared for this battle since the beginning.

I learned to conquer Means, I learned to dodge the confusion brought about by the Standard Deviation, and learned to ride the waves of the normal distribution. Yes, that is correct. My greatest foe, is General Statistics. He and his army of numbers, armed with the state of the art math equations, have attacked me and my fellow students this semester. General Statistics is under the orders of Prof. Willy Gayo, a man who has studied the profession of numbers for four years and counting.

In the war against General Statistics, there has been a lot of battles. many of which, my comrades have fallen. We were aware of the army's attack this semester. But nothing could have prepared us for the outstanding hardships it put us through.

Armed with only calculators to disarm their equations, and pens and paper to seal the fate of the number army, we felt almost naked, for the attack was too great. The Battle for the midterm is a good example. Before this, me and my comrades have studied relentlessly the ways of the numbers. we trained ourselves to know precisely what to do in the face of danger. We felt prepared. Confident, even.

But on the day of the battle, we were struck down! attacked from above by the word problems we have not trained to evade! One by one my comrades fell. I was also struck. But was able to escape. We mourned for our losses, but we had to move on. There was still another battle to be fought. The one that would avenge our loss in the midterm.

We trained harder than before. Preparing notes, and understanding their ways better. General Statistics will be in for a great surprise for the battle that was to be the last.

On the night before the Great Battle, my comrades were anxious, fearful. They dread the repeat of midterm. I was also anxious. But however I felt, I let out through my training. I wasn't to waste time. I had to be in the best shape of my life. But on this night, I decided to take a break. My comrades were cracking, expressing their fears on the wall of the faced book. I prayed for the vengeance of our loss....

The day came at last. An hour before we were to go into battle, everyone had stern looks on their faces, some getting in some last minute practice. The rest looked like the 300 Spartan Soldiers of King Leonidas. Ready to fall, but not without a fight! I have never been more proud of my comrades.
the hour of judgement has come. To which I go back yo the beginning of my tale.

I picked up my pen and calculator with shaking hands.I was scared. Scared of what I will see, and scared that the monsters on the paper will be more than what my training has prepared me for. I closed my eyes as the test paper was passed to me. I uttered a short prayer. I prayed to God that he will guide me. This is it, I thought. The Battle for the Finals.

I opened my eyes and was faced with questions. General Statistics' light infantry no doubt. with my heart pounding in my chest, I pulled out my weapon, and attacked. I defeated most of them with ease, some escaped, but I managed to maim them as best I can. They will die of blood loss long before they reach camp.

I look around, my comrades are all fighting their last battle with honor. And I was no exception. with the last member of the infantry dead on my feet, I look behind me to see the Cavalry.

Blood thirsty bandits they were! armed with arrows and square roots! They were ready for the fight. With my comrades, I face them. and charge at them at full speed. Using my Calculator, I blocked their numerical attacks, and vanquished them with my mighty pen. The battle commenced, and felt like forever.

I was getting tired, but I continued on nonetheless. Slaughtering number, after number. Until Finally. only one was left. It was a show down for the masses! That soldier's name was Pearson. I have heard of him in my training. a formidable foe indeed! His talent with the equations is unmatched, and with my growing fatigue looked ready to chop my head off.

As he lunged forward, I dodged him and brought my calculator down on him, bringing him to the ground. Pearson looked at me, bloodied and sweaty, looking pathetic. And with one swift motion, I slayed him with my pen. He quivered, and then died.

I have done it. I have defeated General Statistics' army of numbers! I was victorious. Happiness was felt, and I was brought down to my knees. Finally it was over.

I passed out, but was happy for the end of the war. We have won. We have won the Final Battle. The Battle for the Finals was ours! Now, we all take a well deserved break.