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Saturday, December 13, 2008

ACT Testing-aka the worst standardized test ever invented

Today I had to take the ACT. I woke up this morning feeling groggier than ever. I fixed myself as best as I could and travel down stairs to waller on the table. I looked at the time and I knew I was running late. I hopped into my car and drove to Alamosa. On my admissions ticket it gave the street and address, however I could not find the bloody thing. I traveled up and down the roads searching and cursing, until a friend finally flagged me down. We rushed into the testing center, climbed up a million steps and finally I reached my classroom. 

It was awful, I show up in sweats, looking like I just rolled out of bed, and have half the kids in the room stare at me like your some kind of walking zombie. I hand the woman at the door my admissions ticket. She asks for my ID gives me a weird look, and directs me to the front of the classroom. I march up to the front and sat in the tiniest desk I have ever seen. It had no room for even a booklet to fit on. Well a few awkward moments later a woman gets up and I almost bursted out laughing. This woman had a lisp and under bite. She started talking and I had to put my hand over my mouth. It was so funny. I couldn't understand a word she said.  Well soon the test began and I was in a tizzy. 

This test is timed and you have to rush through the questions like a maniac and pray that your getting half of them right. Your neck starts to hurt, your hands cramp from filling so many bubbles, and everything starts to twitch and itch. Its was the worst four hours of my life. And I probably got the same score or lower. And lets just say my score isn't the highest. hehehe

1 comment:

  1. AMEN to that.
    I almost got kicked out.
    Seriously.
    I filled in the bubbles after time was up because i was daydreaming. But, i can't help it! I Get sick of focusing.
    Death to the A.C.T.

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