I know I've posted about my SAT scores before, but I have absolutely nothing else to write about. I thought I'd give my captive audience of one person some humorous views of my test-taking history.
The first high-school level test I ever took was the ACT. I was ten. It was slightly traumatic, though I am very glad I did it. We lived only a few minutes away from the test site, and got there early(like we always do; we tend to be way too early) and my mom walked me in. We stood like cattle in the hallways of the University of F. I wasn't that nervous(I was pretty naive about the whole testing process) and I walked to the door labeled "A-L", since my last name falls into that category. A nice man asked if I had an ID. I did, as I had gotten a student I.D. a few weeks before. I still like that man; he's the test admin. for all my ACT tests. He's so nice, and isn't a mechanical reader. Wel-com-to-the-ACT-please-take-all-calc-u-la-tors-off-your-desk. Thank-you-ver-y-much. He had personality. People like that make all the difference. There was also a woman supervising. I got sent to my desk, and the test began. I don't remember what I thought during testing; it was a blur. What I do remember is that I had a very bad stomach ache. It kind of ruined the whole ACT experience. I felt pretty bad by the end of the test. Which is why I never eat something unusual the day of a test. I scored a 16. Not too bad for someone who still loves stuffed animals with a passion. I was ten.
The next two tests I would take would also be an ACT. It was about the same as last time, minus the sickness, and I also knew someone else in my room both times, which helped. I scored a 19 and a 21.
The next test I took was the SAT. Oh boy. A new test. We drove about half an hour to "Lakeside Academy" to take the test. Well, shoot. WHAT WHITE BUILDING? There were a million white buildings! It's OK, we are way early. That's what I kept telling myself. My mom asked a test taker where it was. She gave some vague instructions, and Mom walked almost the whole way with me. She left me, and I was alone. OK, not really, she was within a phone call's reach. Whew. I sat outside with a girl who was a senior. I started some weird conversation with her, and asked her about whether they would come get us when the test started. "It's my first time", I explained. She was nice enough about it, and explained that the admin. would come and get us. Just like the ACT, we were herded like cattle through double doors. Two ladies sat in school desks. "Hi," she said. You will never know a hi to be as sweet as that one sounded. "Hi," I said, and gave her my name. I was a special case, as I was so young(I think I was 11 or 12). She sent me to a classroom to the left. Everything went smoothly from then on, besides the fact that I left my jacket downstairs and had to run and get it. Except for that, everything went just fine. I scored pretty decently- the ACT equivalent of a 25.
And then, of course, there was this last time I took the test- I'm waiting on results. I can't say anything was much different, except that I really enjoyed the whole experience. Something about the thrill of tests, especially ones in which I excel, gives me this great pleasure. Some people think I'm crazy for loving it, but it's my kind of adrenaline. It's my substitute for roller coasters. And I love it.
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