Dear CSE
Dear CSE:
STOP TESTING ME. I took the new SAT for you right before I applied. You took it to mean I was a good scholar and accepted me to your school. Then you told me that to register for classes, I had to take placement tests to make sure I didn't need to take a remedial math or English course. Despite the fact that my SAT scores were satisfactory to you, you felt the need to delay my registration until the day classes started for these tests. It made me have to spend several hundred more on books, and I couldn't arrange a proper schedule because so many classes were already full before I got to them. Okay.
You decided that missing three algebra questions made me "weak" in the subject (once again despite my grades in Algebra, which you have, as well as my SAT scores) and required me to take a review math class that I swear gives me more work than all seven of my other classes combined. When I got in to that class on the first day, I was required to take ANOTHER placement test to see if I could do elementary addition and subtraction of positive and negative integers. I already got a 100% on a similar test you gave me before, plus the SAT scores and my high school math grades MIGHT indicate that I know how to add and subtract.
Then I went to Freshman Seminar, and you announced that there would be MORE testing to find out what level we were at.
Please, for the love of god. If you test me any more, I will have premarital interracial sex on your campus. That's right. I threaten you with LOOSE MORALS. I will not blow anything up. I will do an entirely different kind of blowing all together. If that doesn't work, I'll become a lesbian.
Don't make me do it. I'm not in to fur pie, but if you FORCE me to, I will eat some.
You have to learn somehow.
Love for everything but your attitude towards Freshman,
Rosie
STOP TESTING ME. I took the new SAT for you right before I applied. You took it to mean I was a good scholar and accepted me to your school. Then you told me that to register for classes, I had to take placement tests to make sure I didn't need to take a remedial math or English course. Despite the fact that my SAT scores were satisfactory to you, you felt the need to delay my registration until the day classes started for these tests. It made me have to spend several hundred more on books, and I couldn't arrange a proper schedule because so many classes were already full before I got to them. Okay.
You decided that missing three algebra questions made me "weak" in the subject (once again despite my grades in Algebra, which you have, as well as my SAT scores) and required me to take a review math class that I swear gives me more work than all seven of my other classes combined. When I got in to that class on the first day, I was required to take ANOTHER placement test to see if I could do elementary addition and subtraction of positive and negative integers. I already got a 100% on a similar test you gave me before, plus the SAT scores and my high school math grades MIGHT indicate that I know how to add and subtract.
Then I went to Freshman Seminar, and you announced that there would be MORE testing to find out what level we were at.
Please, for the love of god. If you test me any more, I will have premarital interracial sex on your campus. That's right. I threaten you with LOOSE MORALS. I will not blow anything up. I will do an entirely different kind of blowing all together. If that doesn't work, I'll become a lesbian.
Don't make me do it. I'm not in to fur pie, but if you FORCE me to, I will eat some.
You have to learn somehow.
Love for everything but your attitude towards Freshman,
Rosie