GED Part 1
More boring than anything(as I should have expected).
After a few hours of scrounging around for provisions, I left with my mother to Mansfield in fairly unpleasant weather. It's April, yet there's a slushy pouring from the sky.
Neither of us thought to bring a watch, so we couldn't check the time while driving or while we both stumbled around the campus, groping for the correct building.
There were several instances in which I screamed "NO!" to myself in my head, thinking that I had made one horrible mistake or another.
Once I was actually in the testing area, I was greeted by a woman that seemed like a female version of Gene Hackman. It turns out that she would be giving us the test.
The test itself was terribly, terribly boring, and I hate how bright the contrast was from the light against the white paper. Beams of rainbows were glaring in my eyes until they adjusted(the eyes, not the rainbows).
While I took the test, I could swear that I was going slower than everyone else in the room, but I found out later that the girl next to me was a whole two sections behind me when she took a break.
Heh.
All in all, the only thing that really sucked about the test was the essay.
My print is childish and nearly illegible. I've been typing everything since I was ten, so I write very slowly and suffer writing pains very quickly.
I also suck at writing on a time-limit about a subject that was just handed to me.
The subject was awful, too.
I was asked what talent I'd contribute to society and why. Ugh!
Anyone who knows me well knows that to be a really bad question for me.
I ended up giving a bullshit answer to save myself. An honest answer would have required detail that I was not capable of writing, so I needed to think of something easier.
While I sat there, panicked by the idea of completely choking on the GED, an idea plotted itself on my brain like an unsuspecting moth.
"I play instruments!" I reveled. I decided to write some crap about how I'd contribute to the world with music. It was the kind of fluffy, sappy insincerity that makes me nauseous, but I suppose it did the job and, being the GED, I'm sure nobody cares about the depth of my writing.
The next test should be much, much easier. It's all science and sociology, which is my field.
I just hate how taxing this all is...
Oh, well. Them's the breaks I guess.
After a few hours of scrounging around for provisions, I left with my mother to Mansfield in fairly unpleasant weather. It's April, yet there's a slushy pouring from the sky.
Neither of us thought to bring a watch, so we couldn't check the time while driving or while we both stumbled around the campus, groping for the correct building.
There were several instances in which I screamed "NO!" to myself in my head, thinking that I had made one horrible mistake or another.
Once I was actually in the testing area, I was greeted by a woman that seemed like a female version of Gene Hackman. It turns out that she would be giving us the test.
The test itself was terribly, terribly boring, and I hate how bright the contrast was from the light against the white paper. Beams of rainbows were glaring in my eyes until they adjusted(the eyes, not the rainbows).
While I took the test, I could swear that I was going slower than everyone else in the room, but I found out later that the girl next to me was a whole two sections behind me when she took a break.
Heh.
All in all, the only thing that really sucked about the test was the essay.
My print is childish and nearly illegible. I've been typing everything since I was ten, so I write very slowly and suffer writing pains very quickly.
I also suck at writing on a time-limit about a subject that was just handed to me.
The subject was awful, too.
I was asked what talent I'd contribute to society and why. Ugh!
Anyone who knows me well knows that to be a really bad question for me.
I ended up giving a bullshit answer to save myself. An honest answer would have required detail that I was not capable of writing, so I needed to think of something easier.
While I sat there, panicked by the idea of completely choking on the GED, an idea plotted itself on my brain like an unsuspecting moth.
"I play instruments!" I reveled. I decided to write some crap about how I'd contribute to the world with music. It was the kind of fluffy, sappy insincerity that makes me nauseous, but I suppose it did the job and, being the GED, I'm sure nobody cares about the depth of my writing.
The next test should be much, much easier. It's all science and sociology, which is my field.
I just hate how taxing this all is...
Oh, well. Them's the breaks I guess.