Another test another facial wound

Last night I took the eighth test I've taken at my kungfu school. Barring something that went horribly wrong that I don't know about, I passed. My weakest part of the test, as always, was my endurance, despite the fact that endurance was all I concentrated on for the better part of the last two months in my fu clases. Regardless, I worked through it, tired myself to the brink of nausea, and made it through. I got hit in the face about five times (and somehow in the elbow), but I soldiered on and gave as much as I got. All in all, it was about as enjoyable as a root canal, but at least it's over.

Post test I limped over to a friend's house where he had some magical elixir that promised to make my muscles hurt less the next day, which I drank (it tasted like milky Tang). I'll be damned if the only things on me that actually hurt aren't where I got punched/kicked. Everything else is a little sore, but really not that bad at all. Hooray for magic elixir!

All told, I did not have fun. I hate these tests. I don't get a sense of accomplishment from them, just a sense of "thank god that's over." This is of course leading me to the obvious conclusion that I'm not going to take another one of these tests. I'm gonna have to ruminate on this one for a while, but due to my extreme distaste of this style of testing and total lack of interest in getting new belts if this torture is what I have to put myself through, I think my time at this school may be coming to its end. Much to think about and discuss, but the result may be inevitable. Meh, we'll see if talking makes any changes, but that hasn't worked for me in the past so I really doubt it'll help now. But there's always the chance I suppose. Better to consider the hopeful than to ignore it. Weird for me to say, but true nonetheless.

EDIT: Oh yeah, facial wound. My sparring partner and I were, you know, sparring, and I got tired of being punched in my tired face, so I went for grappling. I successfully knocked him down only to watch him escape and stand again. Frustrated, I tried again and this time when I pulled him off his feet I dropped his head on my head. Dizziness and moment of "wtf just happened" followed, and I have a much less impressive than I'd hoped bruise/dent on my face. There you go, facial wound.