People Sick And Tired
The title's the acronym for the PSAT.
Yesterday was the official day for it - at least, it is in our school.
Did I take it?
Pssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
No.
I'm too cool for that.
Actually, I'm only a freshman.
So there's no need for it anyways.
But that didn't stop a few of my friends.
Actually, I'm sort of surprised I didn't have to take it. My middle school had this 8/9 PSAT last year, and I was eventually forced to pay twenty bucks to take the test. (Kudos to my parents.)
Twenty bucks.
Imagine what you could do with twenty whole bucks.
You could buy four cups of froyo.
You could put it in a bank and earn interest.
You could buy pretty much anything on Amazon.
Twenty bucks...it's priceless.
But apparently not when it comes to optional testing.
So the test was from 8:00 to 11:30 or something. You have three or four five minute breaks of freedom every now and then. And then you're called back in for your inevitable doom.
I remember the first hour was practically nothing but filling in a bunch of info about yourself, like your name, grade, birthday, email, parent's names, phone number, emails, address...after a while, I honestly thought the test was almost over by the time we got to zip code.
But NOPE they were just getting us situated.
So the test begins and honestly, it wasn't that bad. At least not the English and writing part of it. Speaking of which, English tests really suck. They have answers that are so similar to each other. It's just like
Did the cow jump over the moon?
Or did the cow hop over the moon?
Choose the best answer.
Auuugghhhhhh.
Let's move onto math. It wasn't that bad either, considering that we'd reviewed a lot of it over the year, plus they were all multiple choice. If you didn't get something, you just guess and hope for the best.
It's worked for me all these years.
The only parts where I was slightly screwed were probably when it said we had to answer it on our own - no multiple choice.
*Shudder*
And then you're out of jail, free and happy - that is, until your scores come.
And that was what happened last year.
So I was terrified that my parents would make me do it again this year. So I kept quiet. The last thing I need is to tell them about this test and practically give myself the death sentence.
I'm smarter than that.
But you know how bad I felt? Everyone else is doing something productive, and here I am, watching cat videos while eating Tostitos chips.
So the day before the PSAT, I confessed to my mom that there was testing tomorrow.
And she simply replied with, "I know."
And my mind exploded.
Apparently, she gets emails about everything that goes on in my school (which explains why she was pissed when I didn't join math club). She and my dad thought that since I did it last year and since taking the PSATs in 9th grade didn't count, there was no need for me to do it.
I was shocked, amazed, and delighted all at the same time.
I was shomazighted.
The next day I see this crowd of tenth graders squeezing themselves into the north gym. No doubt the test took place there.
Two of my classes consisted of sophomores and above: math (per. 3), and animation (per. 4). The test ended at lunch, after period 4.
It was AMAZOING. Both classes were practically empty. We have like 40 students in math, but due to testing, there were only ten. Our teacher lets us do whatever we wanted.
In animation, all I did was straight up socialize. Going to the classroom, letting my chatterbox of a mouth loose.
After the test, everything sort of returned to normal.
You know what the sucky thing was?
I have Mr. Wilt for Bio for period 6. So that means that anyone who took the test would have to suffer his class - no escape.
And just was this guy decides to do?
A pop quiz.
A FRICKING pop quiz, even if you already suffered for over three hours doing the PSAT.
And it wasn't an easy pop quiz, either.
I think failed it. I probably did. Eh, whatever.
I mean, Mr. Wilt is just one of those people: sick and tired.
People Sick And Tired.
PSAT.
Yesterday was the official day for it - at least, it is in our school.
Did I take it?
Pssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
No.
I'm too cool for that.
Actually, I'm only a freshman.
So there's no need for it anyways.
But that didn't stop a few of my friends.
Actually, I'm sort of surprised I didn't have to take it. My middle school had this 8/9 PSAT last year, and I was eventually forced to pay twenty bucks to take the test. (Kudos to my parents.)
Twenty bucks.
Imagine what you could do with twenty whole bucks.
You could buy four cups of froyo.
You could put it in a bank and earn interest.
You could buy pretty much anything on Amazon.
Twenty bucks...it's priceless.
But apparently not when it comes to optional testing.
So the test was from 8:00 to 11:30 or something. You have three or four five minute breaks of freedom every now and then. And then you're called back in for your inevitable doom.
I remember the first hour was practically nothing but filling in a bunch of info about yourself, like your name, grade, birthday, email, parent's names, phone number, emails, address...after a while, I honestly thought the test was almost over by the time we got to zip code.
But NOPE they were just getting us situated.
So the test begins and honestly, it wasn't that bad. At least not the English and writing part of it. Speaking of which, English tests really suck. They have answers that are so similar to each other. It's just like
Did the cow jump over the moon?
Or did the cow hop over the moon?
Choose the best answer.
Auuugghhhhhh.
Let's move onto math. It wasn't that bad either, considering that we'd reviewed a lot of it over the year, plus they were all multiple choice. If you didn't get something, you just guess and hope for the best.
It's worked for me all these years.
The only parts where I was slightly screwed were probably when it said we had to answer it on our own - no multiple choice.
*Shudder*
And then you're out of jail, free and happy - that is, until your scores come.
And that was what happened last year.
So I was terrified that my parents would make me do it again this year. So I kept quiet. The last thing I need is to tell them about this test and practically give myself the death sentence.
I'm smarter than that.
But you know how bad I felt? Everyone else is doing something productive, and here I am, watching cat videos while eating Tostitos chips.
So the day before the PSAT, I confessed to my mom that there was testing tomorrow.
And she simply replied with, "I know."
And my mind exploded.
Apparently, she gets emails about everything that goes on in my school (which explains why she was pissed when I didn't join math club). She and my dad thought that since I did it last year and since taking the PSATs in 9th grade didn't count, there was no need for me to do it.
I was shocked, amazed, and delighted all at the same time.
I was shomazighted.
The next day I see this crowd of tenth graders squeezing themselves into the north gym. No doubt the test took place there.
Two of my classes consisted of sophomores and above: math (per. 3), and animation (per. 4). The test ended at lunch, after period 4.
It was AMAZOING. Both classes were practically empty. We have like 40 students in math, but due to testing, there were only ten. Our teacher lets us do whatever we wanted.
In animation, all I did was straight up socialize. Going to the classroom, letting my chatterbox of a mouth loose.
After the test, everything sort of returned to normal.
You know what the sucky thing was?
I have Mr. Wilt for Bio for period 6. So that means that anyone who took the test would have to suffer his class - no escape.
And just was this guy decides to do?
A pop quiz.
A FRICKING pop quiz, even if you already suffered for over three hours doing the PSAT.
And it wasn't an easy pop quiz, either.
I think failed it. I probably did. Eh, whatever.
I mean, Mr. Wilt is just one of those people: sick and tired.
People Sick And Tired.
PSAT.
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