Noise.
I never expected so much, especially not at high school, on a Saturday morning, after graduation and the last day of school.
But there you have it.
Noise.
LOTS of noise.
So much that I wonder if perhaps I should take myself out of the middle of this crowd of children and move to the outskirts...but that would be cowardly.
I'm not afraid of crowds.
I'm not afraid of noise.
And I'm certainly not afraid to take a little test...
It gets quieter.
Children are going to their assigned classrooms, and, because this school is HUGE and SCARY and I feel like I might get LOST, I follow the crowd and make it to C-level.
HOW BIG CAN THIS SCHOOL BE?
Big enough.
Now, get in line, and have your IDs ready.
But wait, where's mine?
It's not in the pocket I put it in...
Step out of line, try not to hyperventilate...
But I found it, I'm okay, and let's step back in line, in the back of the line, and file in.
Seat 26?
I like that number.
My first lucky one.
The perfect age, I hope...
But it's okay.
Hand out the texts, don't open anything, keep your purse and calculator under your chair unless you're working on a math section.
Please be math so I can get you out of the way.
Please turn to page one.
You have twenty-five minutes to complete the essay...
NO!!
I hate writing.
I can't do it.
I'm not going to do it.
I have to do it.
Where do I start?
Don't cry.
No, stop, please...
It's just a little essay.
You write fiction all the time, how hard can fact be? Especially when it's your own opinion, right?
Right...
Breathe in, breathe out...
Waste five minutes of time...
Then commence writing kick-ass essay on if there are good things that come of seeing our heroes fail.
Five minute break?
Food?
I brought some...
But I can't eat...
But I can't sit in this desk, either, I'm freaking out, and I'm not really sure why.
Back to the room, sit back down...
No, there aren't any calculators to give out, but don't worry because you actually don't need one for any of the math questions.
Seriously?
Okay, so let's put the calculator down and try it...
Hey, this is easy!
I LOVE MATH!!
Wait, what am I saying?
But it is easy...
More breaks...
More tests...
I'm hungry.
I'm thirsty.
I need to use the restroom.
But FOCUS, you need to do great on this or you'll be stuck at home forever!
I don't want to be stuck at home.
More tests...
Congratulations, you've just finished the SAT.
Now...how do I get out of here?
I never expected so much, especially not at high school, on a Saturday morning, after graduation and the last day of school.
But there you have it.
Noise.
LOTS of noise.
So much that I wonder if perhaps I should take myself out of the middle of this crowd of children and move to the outskirts...but that would be cowardly.
I'm not afraid of crowds.
I'm not afraid of noise.
And I'm certainly not afraid to take a little test...
It gets quieter.
Children are going to their assigned classrooms, and, because this school is HUGE and SCARY and I feel like I might get LOST, I follow the crowd and make it to C-level.
HOW BIG CAN THIS SCHOOL BE?
Big enough.
Now, get in line, and have your IDs ready.
But wait, where's mine?
It's not in the pocket I put it in...
Step out of line, try not to hyperventilate...
But I found it, I'm okay, and let's step back in line, in the back of the line, and file in.
Seat 26?
I like that number.
My first lucky one.
The perfect age, I hope...
But it's okay.
Hand out the texts, don't open anything, keep your purse and calculator under your chair unless you're working on a math section.
Please be math so I can get you out of the way.
Please turn to page one.
You have twenty-five minutes to complete the essay...
NO!!
I hate writing.
I can't do it.
I'm not going to do it.
I have to do it.
Where do I start?
Don't cry.
No, stop, please...
It's just a little essay.
You write fiction all the time, how hard can fact be? Especially when it's your own opinion, right?
Right...
Breathe in, breathe out...
Waste five minutes of time...
Then commence writing kick-ass essay on if there are good things that come of seeing our heroes fail.
Five minute break?
Food?
I brought some...
But I can't eat...
But I can't sit in this desk, either, I'm freaking out, and I'm not really sure why.
Back to the room, sit back down...
No, there aren't any calculators to give out, but don't worry because you actually don't need one for any of the math questions.
Seriously?
Okay, so let's put the calculator down and try it...
Hey, this is easy!
I LOVE MATH!!
Wait, what am I saying?
But it is easy...
More breaks...
More tests...
I'm hungry.
I'm thirsty.
I need to use the restroom.
But FOCUS, you need to do great on this or you'll be stuck at home forever!
I don't want to be stuck at home.
More tests...
Congratulations, you've just finished the SAT.
Now...how do I get out of here?
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Congratulations!!!!!
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