Comments on: A test-taker’s heaven (well, almost) http://www.hrcpblog.com/2007/05/11/a-test-takers-heaven-well-almost/ The blog of HRCP company president, Laura Middleton. Mon, 30 Jan 2012 23:13:45 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.2 hourly 1 By: Laura Middleton http://www.hrcpblog.com/2007/05/11/a-test-takers-heaven-well-almost/comment-page-1/#comment-14 Laura Middleton Tue, 15 May 2007 02:37:55 +0000 http://www.hrcpblog.com/2007/05/11/a-test-takers-heaven-well-almost/#comment-14 Recent Texas SPHR: Congratulations! Thank you for sharing your experience. I had the same reaction to the survey: "Are you kidding me? I have just completed a grueling 225 item exam and you want me to answer survey questions? How many hours did I study? I don't remember. What study materials did I use? I don't remember. What is my name? I don't remember. Just give me the results. Please. It can't possibly take this long to calculate. What if the computer crashes and loses my score and I have to do this all over again? Ahhhh!" The really crazy thing? In two years I'll be doing it again. Recent Texas SPHR: Congratulations! Thank you for sharing your experience. I had the same reaction to the survey: “Are you kidding me? I have just completed a grueling 225 item exam and you want me to answer survey questions? How many hours did I study? I don’t remember. What study materials did I use? I don’t remember. What is my name? I don’t remember. Just give me the results. Please. It can’t possibly take this long to calculate. What if the computer crashes and loses my score and I have to do this all over again? Ahhhh!”

The really crazy thing? In two years I’ll be doing it again.

]]> By: Recent Texas SPHR http://www.hrcpblog.com/2007/05/11/a-test-takers-heaven-well-almost/comment-page-1/#comment-13 Recent Texas SPHR Tue, 15 May 2007 01:29:21 +0000 http://www.hrcpblog.com/2007/05/11/a-test-takers-heaven-well-almost/#comment-13 I wanted to comment here as I was just certified (or at least the computer said so) last Monday! That's right...one week ago today. As I read your comments about the agony of waiting for the computer to deliver the results, I so concurred! This was my first attempt at taking the exam. No recertification required...first-timer and Lord knows that it was only He who guided my hand as I clicked away at those answers. Once I clicked “Submit”, it was horrible to have to sit there and watch the screen blink before my eyes as I waited for the results. When I first saw the blinking, I thought that I had answered so many questions incorrectly that the machine was rebelling against me. "Did I break it?" I wondered. Once the blinking stopped (the first time), I peered close to the screen. I was startled by the words that were there. I looked all over the screen for my score, but it was a survey. I was in no mood to take a survey, but I was worried about not taking it. "What if the survey is a part of the scoring process? What if I don't take it and then I fail the exam?” I finished that daggone survey. Then there's the blinking of the screen again. The screen blinks, I move closer. The screen blinks, I move close. THE SCREEN BLINKS...no more blinking. I must have stared at the screen for what felt like another eternity (the eternity that followed the screen-blinking eternity) before I saw the results. I had no idea what to look for so when I read the word "PASS", I was actually shocked. I think I was looking for a numerical score (something like 300 or so.) My response? Tears. Oceans and oceans of tears. Normally I would have yelled, screamed or something, but I was at the testing center. So the next best thing was to simply cry. I didn't want to leave the computer. I loved seeing that word on the screen. When I walked out and the Center attendant began trying to check me out, I had to apologize to her for not being able to answer her questions. I was jut too emotional! She lied and said that she understood. But she was rolling her eyes at me I AND FRANKLY MY DEAR, I DIDN'T GIVE A…FLIP! Then she handed me the paper that said I’D passed. I called the world: my mother, my father, my son (well, he’s 17 so I actually sent him a text message), my boyfriend, my former boss, my best girlfriend…well, you get the idea. My verification paper currently is on my refrigerator. I refuse to move it until the Certificate arrives. Or maybe I should hide it; they might just reevaluate the results and send a little Certification elf to my house to take it! OVER MY DEAD BODY! I wanted to comment here as I was just certified (or at least the computer said so) last Monday! That’s right…one week ago today. As I read your comments about the agony of waiting for the computer to deliver the results, I so concurred! This was my first attempt at taking the exam. No recertification required…first-timer and Lord knows that it was only He who guided my hand as I clicked away at those answers.

Once I clicked “Submit”, it was horrible to have to sit there and watch the screen blink before my eyes as I waited for the results. When I first saw the blinking, I thought that I had answered so many questions incorrectly that the machine was rebelling against me. “Did I break it?” I wondered.

Once the blinking stopped (the first time), I peered close to the screen. I was startled by the words that were there. I looked all over the screen for my score, but it was a survey. I was in no mood to take a survey, but I was worried about not taking it. “What if the survey is a part of the scoring process? What if I don’t take it and then I fail the exam?” I finished that daggone survey. Then there’s the blinking of the screen again. The screen blinks, I move closer. The screen blinks, I move close. THE SCREEN BLINKS…no more blinking.

I must have stared at the screen for what felt like another eternity (the eternity that followed the screen-blinking eternity) before I saw the results. I had no idea what to look for so when I read the word “PASS”, I was actually shocked. I think I was looking for a numerical score (something like 300 or so.)

My response? Tears. Oceans and oceans of tears. Normally I would have yelled, screamed or something, but I was at the testing center. So the next best thing was to simply cry. I didn’t want to leave the computer. I loved seeing that word on the screen. When I walked out and the Center attendant began trying to check me out, I had to apologize to her for not being able to answer her questions. I was jut too emotional! She lied and said that she understood. But she was rolling her eyes at me I AND FRANKLY MY DEAR, I DIDN’T GIVE A…FLIP! Then she handed me the paper that said I’D passed.

I called the world: my mother, my father, my son (well, he’s 17 so I actually sent him a text message), my boyfriend, my former boss, my best girlfriend…well, you get the idea.

My verification paper currently is on my refrigerator. I refuse to move it until the Certificate arrives. Or maybe I should hide it; they might just reevaluate the results and send a little Certification elf to my house to take it! OVER MY DEAD BODY!

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