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Today was surprisingly pleasant, for an AP testing day. I woke up and got out of the house at a reasonable time, with some coffee and a lousy piece of toast kind of bumping around my tummy making me feel a little ill. But I sat down to that test, I said, "Mister Test, you're not so tough. I can handle you." And I did. At least, I'm fairly sure I did. There were only a few minor points that threw me, like the fact that the second essay prompt consisted of THREE SENTENCES. The second of which being the longest run-on sentence in the history of the written word.
I'm going to be optimistic and place my bet on a four. I'll be delighted to get a four. Four is my lucky number, dontcha know. That, and eight. Maybe I'll get an EIGHT. Now THAT would be cool. They'll just look at and say "This girl is so outstandingly awesome, we need to double this score, straightaway. Marty, make it happen."
It helped, I found, to:
1. Put myself in a calm, relaxed state of mind, starting the night BEFORE the test.
2. Make sure there's a NICE song stuck in my head to provide comfort in moments of distress.
3. Use my free time after the multiple choice questions to give myself a mental pep talk for my essays.
4. Drink some coffee and have a good, not nervous attitude. Say hi to folks and give some high fives.
When the big nasty loud AP-student-filled bus arrived back at school, I decided it would be in my best interests to leave. I called the madre, and I said "I'm gonna check out, 'kay?" She said, "'Kay." I said, "'Kay bye." She said, "'Kay bye." Aaron and I had a nice Wendy's lunch with lots of laughs at the expense of toddlers and Coach Fore, and then we went BACK to school to chat with Miss Dee-Dee. We parked in the bus lot and knocked on her window until she finally yanked open the blinds and said, "You guuuuuys! What are you doing!! ...Oh, just go around. Come on." I love love love Mrs. Dryden.
Now I'm going to have my picture taken in a red Spanish tutu, a short and sassy dance dress (red again), and a sporty hot pink mesh top with white cargo capris. In other words, I run up to my bathroom and try real hard not to look like shit. I dislike dance pictures. So much. Aghaghaghaghagh.
I'm going to be optimistic and place my bet on a four. I'll be delighted to get a four. Four is my lucky number, dontcha know. That, and eight. Maybe I'll get an EIGHT. Now THAT would be cool. They'll just look at and say "This girl is so outstandingly awesome, we need to double this score, straightaway. Marty, make it happen."
It helped, I found, to:
1. Put myself in a calm, relaxed state of mind, starting the night BEFORE the test.
2. Make sure there's a NICE song stuck in my head to provide comfort in moments of distress.
3. Use my free time after the multiple choice questions to give myself a mental pep talk for my essays.
4. Drink some coffee and have a good, not nervous attitude. Say hi to folks and give some high fives.
When the big nasty loud AP-student-filled bus arrived back at school, I decided it would be in my best interests to leave. I called the madre, and I said "I'm gonna check out, 'kay?" She said, "'Kay." I said, "'Kay bye." She said, "'Kay bye." Aaron and I had a nice Wendy's lunch with lots of laughs at the expense of toddlers and Coach Fore, and then we went BACK to school to chat with Miss Dee-Dee. We parked in the bus lot and knocked on her window until she finally yanked open the blinds and said, "You guuuuuys! What are you doing!! ...Oh, just go around. Come on." I love love love Mrs. Dryden.
Now I'm going to have my picture taken in a red Spanish tutu, a short and sassy dance dress (red again), and a sporty hot pink mesh top with white cargo capris. In other words, I run up to my bathroom and try real hard not to look like shit. I dislike dance pictures. So much. Aghaghaghaghagh.