A Joke? We Wish!

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My life is now in the hands of a computer. A computer with the sole purpose of making or breaking me in years to come; a computer to analyze the bubbles I tried so hard to fill in perfectly, still holding that underlying fear of fault. I went outside the circle; the letter A is crowding the letter B. Is the letter A even the correct answer? “Why should I care when Fred and Jack left the airport? Who is that obnoxious person tapping his pencil on their desk? It is April 1, this has to be a joke.

And that is what all juniors in Maine hoped April 1 would be, some sort of joke. That Sun Journal’s Saturday Morning headline would read. ‘”APRIL FOOLS, YOU CRAZY ADOLESCENTS! NO SAT’s TODAY!!” But, that was not the case The case was that I was waking up at an extremely early hour for a test with importance, that has been shoved down our throats for months. Yet, the school was right, and I knew this test was one of the most important tests I would ever have to take in my life. This test was the reason why I did go out after work on Friday night, and not only that, this test was the key that could get me into the college of my dreams.

Lewiston High School’s cafeteria was a buzz Saturday morning, with the majority of the students in sweatpants, chugging down Dunkin Donuts. For once, the class of 2007 had something in common; no one wanted to be at school. A slow clap erupted, students were standing atop tables, and a pretty impressive breakfast was being poked at.We were ready to get this show on the road. Most teachers prepared us enough, giving us daily practice questions and guiding us into the light of a correct answer, and a lot of us did some more review online. Plus, the incentives did not hurt. Some raffled off I-Pod shuffles, a gift card thrown in here and there. Everyone can always use a little push in the right direction. Who said bribery was a bad thing?

The test was painfully long and a tad tedious. “Do not raise your calculator by any means! Keep everything flat on your desk!” It led to a long morning and an immense amount of praise for the two, five minute breaks we were rewarded. When the final section was over, it’s like the sun had jumped into the room; every student had a smile on his face. We shared a sigh of relief; although I had an aching head thinking about how that probably would not be my only time taking the test.

The eighty boxes of Papa John’s pizza were glorious, and the fact that we were one step closer to our futures was an even bigger thrill. How I did, I have yet to know. Everyone shares that same apprehension. One thing I do know, let us not plan another SAT on April Fool’s day, because that is an ultimate tease.

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