| the ACT or all about the alaskan mole rat |
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so i took the ACT today. standardized tests . . . yuck! god! they're so insufferably boring. i feel like shooting myself on the reading sections. and i just loooove the topics they pick to write them on. could the people who make the test possibly make it any more sleep-inducing? i mean, face it . . . reading an entire essay about the mating rituals of the albino alaskan mole rat isn't exactly the most thrilling thing in the world for most kids. i, on the other hand, happen to be writing my dissertation on that topic--yes, the very same--so it's a walk through the park for me. very intriguing, in fact. yeah . . . whatever. *rolling my eyes*
and almost as interesting, though not quite, is the math section, which consists of all the exciting math that i did 3 years ago. sounds like a blast, right? oh, come on . . . you know you secretly live for that stuff. i know i do. yes, indeed. i had the funniest little lady as a proctor for this exam. she treated her assistant like he was incompetent or something. "since this is your first time, pick up the little white slips first and then go back and pick up the other little slips. i don't want you to get confused." "oh, and make sure you don't give anyone two test booklets cause i've already counted out the exact amount we need and we don't have any extras . . . so make sure no one gets two." it was just so funny. i really had to hold my tongue to keep from uttering sarcastic comments out loud. so overall, it wasn't a terribly traumatizing experience, though i could've done without it. . . . . . . . . . . . . previous next . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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