My Source of Happiness
Oh, how we love standardized testing. Honestly, the whole process of just studying, taking 3-hour long practice tests daily, running out of time on every section, finding out that you got half the questions wrong when checking, going back and trying to figure out the right answer even though you can’t, having mild anxiety attacks due to the pressure of getting into a good college, paying $60 just to take a test you don’t even want to take, waking up super early when your brain isn’t even functioning on the day of the exam, and getting your score back just to reconfirm your fricking illiteracy makes me so incredibly happy. On another note, getting a mediocre score on the SAT means being comforted by everyone around you, telling you that you can and will do better next time. They don’t judge you or make an inference about your intelligence level at all! On top of that, you keep retaking the test, paying $60 to the government each and every time, while the government spends this money on...