Testing, Testing, 123

LAST THURSDAY MORNING WAS NOT LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY. You see, Thursday morning was the day that I’ve put off for two years. Thursday morning was the day that I’ve said “I’ll do that later, I’ll do that in two months, I’ll do that tomorrow”. Thursday morning was the day that I took the dreaded ACT and signed up for college.

6:30AM: Wake up, dive out of bed and leave the house within 40 minutes. Accomplishing that makes me wonder how I always find myself toeing the line to be to work on time.

70:40AM: Stop at McDonalds, debate what Dale would like to eat.

70:41AM: Remind myself that Dale likes anything. I’m the one that’s picky. Duh. I order the usual for me.

8:00AM: Arrive at Dales work to pick up his calculator and pencil. A frantic midnight search around my house produced no results. I give him my food offering in exchange.

8:05AM: Pull into the campus testing parking lot and enter the building. I notice a familiar face in a sea of 30 people about to take the same test. It’s my old elementary school crush, the one that used to pull my bra strap and once slapped me across the face. I pause to marvel at all the odd things you never do forget or forgive people for. I can’t even remember his name. This will bug me. Not that  want to say hi, oh no. I’m far to embarrassed to admit that we’ve ever even known each other. Besides, I’m wearing glasses and I’ve ditched my old 80′s bangs, I’m sure he might not even remember me.

At least, I hope he won’t remember me.

8:20AM: I remember how much I detest bubble sheets. Tempted to shorten my name and just use AubreyMo. You know, to cut back on the form fill out time.

8:50AM: Still waiting for everyone else to finish filling out their data. I now have two pencils sharpened and the white, papery shavings that they leave behind are staring at me from my desk.

No.

No way. I am NOT walking up in front of everyone to throw it away. I’d rather eat those shavings than subject myself to anyone elses’ scrutiny.

8:51AM: I gave in. I’m such a pushover.

9:00AM: Test one begins with four passages and 75 questions about English Grammar. I CAN DO THIS!

9:50AM: Test two begins, and it’s the evil four letter word. M-A-T-H. You know I’m destined to failure when I start guessing on problem FOUR.

10:20AM: I’m starting to discreetly notice how the red-headed boy next to me is only bubbling in half his answers on each test. Did he know that you don’t get docked for wrong answers? Did he? I want to tell him so bad I ache, but I want to keep my seat and my score even more.

This is the exact moment that the girl on my  right sneezes. Would I get kicked out for saying ‘bless you’? My desire for proper manners is driving me nuts.

Three Hours and a Million Questions Later (Also known as 12:30): Scores are back. Aced everything but Math. Failed it by one point. I am pretty proud how my guessing abilities went. I return after devouring a cookie to take the math placement test, pass that and head off to find my councelor.

Tune in later for part two of the college experience!