Iowa Tests
So, I'm taking these things called the Iowa Tests. They're basically the exact same thing as the DSTPs, or whatever your yearly, obnoxious, week-long tests to make sure you're where you're supposed to be are called, except these are only three days long because it's all multiple choice. So, not quite as obnoxious, but still irritating, mostly do to the fact that the people administering the tests treat us like five-year-olds (i.e. "Okay everybody, now put you finger on the science section, and we'll come around to make sure you fill in the right section"). That and long stretches of continuous sitting, but that's normal for these kinds of things. But I'm actually getting a pretty good deal out of taking these things. So far, because I have nothing else to do (my schedule has been cleared for these things), I've gotten two good books out of the library (one which I've already finished, God help me. I've only had it for a day!), two good lunches out, and a new shirt. Not too shabby, huh? I really am spoiled, I swear. For some reason my parents (or at least my mom) have been giving me almost everything I've asked for recently. I don't know if they're trying to make up for the last couple of months (during which money was extremely tight, due to the fact that Daddy had practically stopped working, business was so slow. But I kind of understand why. After all, people only need so many new floors.) or what, but I've just been cajoling my mother into almost everything I want recently, which is a new development, let me tell you. I mean, I kind of understand why she's getting me all of these new clothes all of the sudden (she claims it's because I get new clothes so infrequently that she doesn't mind spending more money than she usually would when I do.), but the books and candy and all of the other things are completely new. I mean, I've had to pay for most of it with my own money, but she buys it for me initially, and if I hadn't decided to just pay her back for it, she probably eventually would have forgotten I owed her money to begin with. And I convinced her that we had enough other food that she didn't have to make dinner when she asked me to help her and I didn't want to. It's...odd, getting my way all the time, but I suppose I'm not complaining.