Going to War?
After several weeks, even a couple months of preperation, early bedtimes, practices, disappointments, and encouragement, I went to the Room of Doom for the Three Hour Torture.
Okay, I’ll stop being silly (maybe). I’m talking about taking the ACT for the second time. Really it wasn’t as bad as I was afraid it was going to be (yes, I got pretty nervous last night). It didn’t even seem as cold as the first time I took it. (although I was in a lot more layers this time) Once again, I knew 1 person who was there taking the test. Really I knew 2, but I never saw the other person (she would have been in a different testing room). There were a lot more people this time.
Anyway, to tie into this post’s title (you were wondering when I’d do that, weren’t you?), it may seem silly, but on the ride to the place I took the test, I felt like I was about to go to war: This wasn’t something I wanted to do, but I was committed, it needed done, and It wasn’t going to be fun. I felt like I was tighening my belt, and I set my jaw (literally, I think) to do something I did not want to do.
I turned out to be sortof fun, mostly because I got to talk with a friend. It was fun “chatting” a little while we were silent before the test started. (there were several seats [and a couple students] inbetween us) Sorry I don’t know that much sign language, Hannah.
I should get my results in “four to seven weeks”. No matter. I already took the test once and have a good score from that. If I can use an absolute: I will… Never… Take… the ACT… AGAIN!!!!
PS - the test booklet I used had my name in it in one of the Reading stories. That was funny. Caught me by surprise. 
