It seemed like an eternity inside that hallway, the lime green color blaring out from the walls, as I waited, none too patiently to be brought into the testing area. 1
The linoluem floor became the most interesting thing in the world when the stern faced proffessuer stepped outside of the door and beckoned the ten students, myself included, into the room. The room that would either make or break our hearts and spirits. 2
The four walls themselves were deceptively nice. Painted a light off-white, just about the color of eggshell, the blue tiled floor reflected in their clean surfaces. Tables and chairs with rollers were all lined inside rows of the neatest order, waiting for the occupants of the room to take their place. I gave in my green sheet, which allowed me three hours time, as did it all of the other students. Walking to my seat in the back of the classroom, I could not help but feel as if I was walking towards my doom, the very end of my existance. 3
Rules were barked out, and papers were passed along the rows, into the eager hands of the recipants. My own hands shook terribly as I graspt the papers and laid them down upon the table top. 4
"You may begin!" 5
Oh, those words of anguish! There was no turning back now, not after those words. Those words represented everything I abhorred in that moment. Still, unnerved about my testing, I bent down towards the clean papers, and let my pencil fly amongt the rows of blank papers; the worst section of the test: the essay.6
Soon after the multiple choice questions were upon me. Slightly easier, yet the difficultly still increasing with each problem. As my time ticked by, the clock seemingly going faster than it normally did, I awaited the instructor to call up the papers, which was sooner than I had expected him to. 7
Handing in my paper, I walked out of the building, scared and nervous as a cat. I rushed home, never wanting to see daylight again, let alone my scores. 8
Two agonizing weeks, and the scores were in the mailbox. Ripping the offending item open, I near fainted. It was insane, impossible, incrediable. It couldn't be! They, they had...given me a really good score!
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I hate the S.A.T.'s!!!!!! lol
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lol
ha ha ha ha! that is hillarious! i like ur style of writing! very creative!
i like how at first it almost sounds like some sort of detention center or laboratory or something, and then it turns out to be a S. A. T. lol i thought it was pretty funny



