Whilst in my nesting phase, I've been organizing. Sometimes that means moving piles of crap from one place to another. Just moving it. Sometimes it means actually ridding myself of whatever crappola is there. The following almost caused me to have an anxiety attack. Talk about flying back to the old school days. Yikes!
I totally blew the SAT. I couldn't bring myself to post my score. And I took the test nearly 20 years ago. Double yikes.
I loved the ASVAB. It was my favorite "mandatory" test there was. I did pretty well on it but still couldn't get in the military. Bah.
The ACT. I did pretty decent but I've never liked the pressure of tests. I always choked. Kinda like the Vikings. Gosh, that was low lady. So low.
I totally blew the SAT. I couldn't bring myself to post my score. And I took the test nearly 20 years ago. Double yikes.
I loved the ASVAB. It was my favorite "mandatory" test there was. I did pretty well on it but still couldn't get in the military. Bah.
The ACT. I did pretty decent but I've never liked the pressure of tests. I always choked. Kinda like the Vikings. Gosh, that was low lady. So low.
I clearly wasn't as nervous with the PSAT given that I wrote our class "motto" on the bottom. Enjoy that little tidbit.
You're welcome.
This weekend: Sample questions, pathetic attempts to answer them and my sad, sad scores.
On the upside? I knew I was a horrible "textbook" student yet I had high aspirations for what colleges I wanted to attend. I actually cried when I didn't get into Carthage even though every guidance counselor I had warned me that hell would have to freeze over first before my grades ever got me in there. Way to encourage. Great job.
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