as one of my "extra-beginning-of-the-year-we-want-to-make-you-terribly-miserable" duties i had to proctor the ACT test today. if you must know, i'm not particularly good at following detailed rules, so the idea of spending four and a half hours making sure a group of 18 year old college freshman have the TI-83 plus calculator rather than the TI-83 super-super plus calculator does not sound like the stuff of a relaxing saturday afternoon. had i been able to do something other than watch number 2 pencils fill in little mind numbing ovals, the time would not have been entirely wasted, but as it was the time was *nearly* wasted. my only entertainment was in deciphering which one of these students i was when i was a frightened 18 year old newbie. there is no way i was one of the numerous box blondes in their cutesy little pink sweatshirts. nor was i the spike-bracelet social misfit in the second row with the migrane and beautiful smile (she was my favorite in the room however). how about the honest faced girl in the back row with the hoop earrings and flipped up brown hair--no, too cute-cute. i was definitely not cute-cute. more like laura ingalls wilder meets joan of arc.
so after all the searching--no luck. hate to be anti-climactic, but i wasn't there.
my musings of a crawling time at the ACT.
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you were the one that seemed confident enough everyone wanted to know who you were; but not so confident that they were put off in finding out. the faired skin, auburn haired girl genius in a khaki skirt and green tee-shirt with a sweater knotted around her waist.
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