After having delayed a long time, after talking now five months ago, I decided to give my good examination SCJP 6 .
There being no center in Sardinia authorized to issue certification that interested me, I am getting up early for the usual 5 am the usual ritual of car-plane-train-meter that all good transfer for Sardinian knows.
I could not say that it is not prepared, and I must say that nine years of work experience before the exam does not hurt, but I was not entirely sure I can pass this test, one of those designed to be deceptive, deceitful, tricky as they say ... those who created it. On the other hand, if the Java certification have value in business is because it takes is much more than a formality.
The night before, print the map with the location from Termini to the certification center, and I realize that is very close to S. Giovanni in Laterano .
was April 29, and I realized that at the time of appointment for the test I had overlooked one small detail: the tests were under way for the "concert" of May 1! I must say, a blessing for the merger. (Photo by Ucodep , used under CC license)
When I came into the exam room, a nice drum sound greets me. Better and better!
I started work trying to ignore the little voice warbling, rods, drums and various sound checks.
After two and a half hours of work, arriving at the seventy-first and penultimate question, after the last two I have left about an hour to do a review responses that I have given and delivered.
I'm going to quit when the answer to the buzz of the PC drops suddenly and the screen goes black. And 'no power!
In all my life, I have never cried in a public place - except stage - especially in the presence of strangers. Needless to say, there's always a first time for everything. I think I have a desperate roar "No. It is not possible for two or three times in succession, so that the holder of the certification center immediately tried to calm myself by saying that he would find a cure!
The idea of \u200b\u200bgoing back to Cagliari in a few hours, rebook the exam, spend days or weeks to revise something I had seen several times and to make crooked quiz, pay another flight, and still bear the tension pre-examination (the outcome of which depended on other things) seemed to me intolerable. Not when I was so close to the end! Nor was it conceivable that, now in its third hour of examination, start over again for another three hours!
After poking around for about a quarter of an hour in a server and restart the application that ran the tests, it appears that only one application has been lost. Not bad, considering the other possible options and too many "maybe" these words of reassurance in the middle of the controller.
yet untouched by the setback, going down the final answers, I make a revision rather rough and close examination with about twenty minutes early: my focus is now lost. Mando
to print the result and look for two of the longest minutes I have experienced in recent years: the bold highlight of the word PASS I finally leverage the tension from the muscles of the neck!
Esco certification from the center of the papyrus in my hand and began to make the first round of phone calls triumphant. I have a hammer I TYRE vibrates inside his skull, but I'm happy!
not eaten since 6 am, it is natural that the tension just melted face examining its appearance quite a hole in his stomach. I think I made out a collection of crap that are the envy of a teenager in New Mexico, I have to decide what to do. At first I would like to give us a call at Kazu, which could be in Rome, but time is running out: I have no more than an hour before having to move to the airport without the risk of losing the plane, move it to useless a fleeting few minutes. I know that I do not want it. (True? ^ ^)
take the metro and I stop for a while in Via Nazionale. For at least ten years, whenever I have to give way to Rome at least from a quick look Mel . It will be fast, but I do not think that more than once: the departments of information and history of disappoint me a bit, but I do not have time to better assess, or make purchases. I have to go to Termini. There, On the contrary, the transformation of the station has some merit, some new eating place, a larger library and, as a side effect, many many shops, one of those franchises that are now in every mall compresp between Domodossola in Lampedusa.
time to leave groped from the exhibition catalog of Utagawa Hiroshige (49 € for a lot of thick paper and a few critical content, a bit too "cunning" for my taste) and drive the long underground corridor that leads me to the track of Leonardo Express. To me that is missing from Rome since 2004 is a welcome change. At least, now, T is slightly more similar to stations of other European capitals.
have been to Rome so little, but this time there will be a long separation. The next ticket is bought, and this time there Firms will be tests to annoy me!
I could not say that it is not prepared, and I must say that nine years of work experience before the exam does not hurt, but I was not entirely sure I can pass this test, one of those designed to be deceptive, deceitful, tricky as they say ... those who created it. On the other hand, if the Java certification have value in business is because it takes is much more than a formality.
The night before, print the map with the location from Termini to the certification center, and I realize that is very close to S. Giovanni in Laterano .
was April 29, and I realized that at the time of appointment for the test I had overlooked one small detail: the tests were under way for the "concert" of May 1! I must say, a blessing for the merger. (Photo by Ucodep , used under CC license)
When I came into the exam room, a nice drum sound greets me. Better and better! I started work trying to ignore the little voice warbling, rods, drums and various sound checks.
After two and a half hours of work, arriving at the seventy-first and penultimate question, after the last two I have left about an hour to do a review responses that I have given and delivered.
I'm going to quit when the answer to the buzz of the PC drops suddenly and the screen goes black. And 'no power!
In all my life, I have never cried in a public place - except stage - especially in the presence of strangers. Needless to say, there's always a first time for everything. I think I have a desperate roar "No. It is not possible for two or three times in succession, so that the holder of the certification center immediately tried to calm myself by saying that he would find a cure!
The idea of \u200b\u200bgoing back to Cagliari in a few hours, rebook the exam, spend days or weeks to revise something I had seen several times and to make crooked quiz, pay another flight, and still bear the tension pre-examination (the outcome of which depended on other things) seemed to me intolerable. Not when I was so close to the end! Nor was it conceivable that, now in its third hour of examination, start over again for another three hours!
After poking around for about a quarter of an hour in a server and restart the application that ran the tests, it appears that only one application has been lost. Not bad, considering the other possible options and too many "maybe" these words of reassurance in the middle of the controller.
yet untouched by the setback, going down the final answers, I make a revision rather rough and close examination with about twenty minutes early: my focus is now lost. Mando
to print the result and look for two of the longest minutes I have experienced in recent years: the bold highlight of the word PASS I finally leverage the tension from the muscles of the neck!
Esco certification from the center of the papyrus in my hand and began to make the first round of phone calls triumphant. I have a hammer I TYRE vibrates inside his skull, but I'm happy!
not eaten since 6 am, it is natural that the tension just melted face examining its appearance quite a hole in his stomach. I think I made out a collection of crap that are the envy of a teenager in New Mexico, I have to decide what to do. At first I would like to give us a call at Kazu, which could be in Rome, but time is running out: I have no more than an hour before having to move to the airport without the risk of losing the plane, move it to useless a fleeting few minutes. I know that I do not want it. (True? ^ ^)
take the metro and I stop for a while in Via Nazionale. For at least ten years, whenever I have to give way to Rome at least from a quick look Mel . It will be fast, but I do not think that more than once: the departments of information and history of disappoint me a bit, but I do not have time to better assess, or make purchases. I have to go to Termini. There, On the contrary, the transformation of the station has some merit, some new eating place, a larger library and, as a side effect, many many shops, one of those franchises that are now in every mall compresp between Domodossola in Lampedusa.
time to leave groped from the exhibition catalog of Utagawa Hiroshige (49 € for a lot of thick paper and a few critical content, a bit too "cunning" for my taste) and drive the long underground corridor that leads me to the track of Leonardo Express. To me that is missing from Rome since 2004 is a welcome change. At least, now, T is slightly more similar to stations of other European capitals.
have been to Rome so little, but this time there will be a long separation. The next ticket is bought, and this time there Firms will be tests to annoy me!
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