Saturday, November 18, 2006
Testing 1,2,3
This morning I woke up at 5 a.m., which is not unusual for me in the least. I actually can not really remember the last time that I slept in. Sleeping in is until 8 a.m.! I drove to Spring Valley High School to endure 3 long hours of 3 tests with no breaks in between. Tell me that this is sane and I will have to slap you. Now, I wait 4 weeks until I will know my scores. The torture!
I wasn't sure if I really knew the way to Spring Valley High,where I was to go to the testing center, so I sped this morning. There were really no other cars on the road and I sped down Screaming Eagle road and past Clothing World and spotted a sign that pointed in the direction of the high school! Yay! So, finding the school was a piece of cake and I stopped at Mcdonalds to make myself eat a biscuit. I normally don't eat that early in the morning. Lord knows when your stomach growls during a test it's hard to concentrate, not to mention embarrassing when it sounds like a dinosaur! So, I found the place and I ate something and had a cup of Joe. Whew!A lot of people showed up for testing. The tests ranged in subject matter. We waited in a long line outside of the locked doors of the school waiting to enter. It was pretty cold and we stood out there for about 20 minutes. The girl in front of me was there to take the Spanish section in Session II. She actually had to speak Spanish and answer questions in Spanish in front of the proctor. So, I chatted with her and then this older woman walked by us all the way to the front of the line. She strode with confidence and we assumed that she was a proctor or teacher there to unlock the front doors. Then she comes back and as she walks past us going the other direction to the back of the long line she says..: "Well, ya'll ain't gettin in cause the doors are locked." Um, do I want this person teaching my children if she doesn't have the sense to know that the reason all of these people are waiting in a long line is because maybe the doors are locked and we are waiting for someone to unlock them? We all just sort of looked at one another like "Um, that's a given lady." It made me laugh though!
So, then the doors open and the herd goes through them to the lunchroom. I'm assuming that there are people there to guide you and that there is some sort of system. Nope, there are papers taped to the back wall and your supposed to climb over people to find your name in really small writing and the room number is beside it. There are 100's of people milling about.It's utter chaos. So, I just took the reins and got up there and found my name and classroom and was pretty much one of the first ones there.
Testing began....late....there was one person that showed up 20 minutes late and she let him in! Even though the rules strictly state that you will not be allowed to enter once the testing has begun. I was bent out of shape because he walked in all cocky and rude, like it was a movie theater or something. He walked ever so slowly across the room in front of us all with this attitude like he was Joe Cool or Snoop Dog. I always hated those people in college. I just knew that he was from Sumter, as I've seen it many times at USC. (One time I had a professor go ballistic at a couple of students that would walk in late most of the time. Finally, he cursed them out! He was a New Yorker with a bad temper. I was loving it! They deserved it too.) Maybe that only happens in Sumter? It's that attitude I've seen time and time again. It's so ghetto! I don't know. I could have slapped the guy that walked in late today. Is he someone that I want teaching my children? Nope.
So, enough bitchin. It was grueling. I made it home by 1 p.m. I hope that I passed the sucker.....
I wasn't sure if I really knew the way to Spring Valley High,where I was to go to the testing center, so I sped this morning. There were really no other cars on the road and I sped down Screaming Eagle road and past Clothing World and spotted a sign that pointed in the direction of the high school! Yay! So, finding the school was a piece of cake and I stopped at Mcdonalds to make myself eat a biscuit. I normally don't eat that early in the morning. Lord knows when your stomach growls during a test it's hard to concentrate, not to mention embarrassing when it sounds like a dinosaur! So, I found the place and I ate something and had a cup of Joe. Whew!A lot of people showed up for testing. The tests ranged in subject matter. We waited in a long line outside of the locked doors of the school waiting to enter. It was pretty cold and we stood out there for about 20 minutes. The girl in front of me was there to take the Spanish section in Session II. She actually had to speak Spanish and answer questions in Spanish in front of the proctor. So, I chatted with her and then this older woman walked by us all the way to the front of the line. She strode with confidence and we assumed that she was a proctor or teacher there to unlock the front doors. Then she comes back and as she walks past us going the other direction to the back of the long line she says..: "Well, ya'll ain't gettin in cause the doors are locked." Um, do I want this person teaching my children if she doesn't have the sense to know that the reason all of these people are waiting in a long line is because maybe the doors are locked and we are waiting for someone to unlock them? We all just sort of looked at one another like "Um, that's a given lady." It made me laugh though!
So, then the doors open and the herd goes through them to the lunchroom. I'm assuming that there are people there to guide you and that there is some sort of system. Nope, there are papers taped to the back wall and your supposed to climb over people to find your name in really small writing and the room number is beside it. There are 100's of people milling about.It's utter chaos. So, I just took the reins and got up there and found my name and classroom and was pretty much one of the first ones there.
Testing began....late....there was one person that showed up 20 minutes late and she let him in! Even though the rules strictly state that you will not be allowed to enter once the testing has begun. I was bent out of shape because he walked in all cocky and rude, like it was a movie theater or something. He walked ever so slowly across the room in front of us all with this attitude like he was Joe Cool or Snoop Dog. I always hated those people in college. I just knew that he was from Sumter, as I've seen it many times at USC. (One time I had a professor go ballistic at a couple of students that would walk in late most of the time. Finally, he cursed them out! He was a New Yorker with a bad temper. I was loving it! They deserved it too.) Maybe that only happens in Sumter? It's that attitude I've seen time and time again. It's so ghetto! I don't know. I could have slapped the guy that walked in late today. Is he someone that I want teaching my children? Nope.
So, enough bitchin. It was grueling. I made it home by 1 p.m. I hope that I passed the sucker.....
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