Thoughts on the Day of the SAT

Before the Exam:

• Woah, there are so many kids here. I'm not the only one taking the SATs then.
• Oh, God. Look at all those beautiful girls in their nice clothes.
• I wish I left my hobo-looking-jacket in the car.
• Why did I wear this jacket?
• Look at that girl's scarf. Love it.
• Now compare that girl's scarf to my own bulky scarf.
• ...
• Those chairs are so small!
• I can't believe I'm taking the SAT on such a small chair.
• I'm thirsty.
• I'm so desperate for water, I might just ask the girl in front of me for her bottle.

During the Exam:

• WHERE ARE ALL THE VOCABS I MEMORIZED?
• WHY CAN'T I SPOT THE VOCABULARY WORDS I MEMORIZED?
• This Math is easy queasy.
• This question is not easy queasy. I think I just jinxed myself.
• Why does the Critical Reading have to be so... so ugh?
• Thank God it's a writing section now.
• TWO CONSECUTIVE CRITICAL READING SECTIONS?
• Too many instructions.
• Really? So I can't tell my mother about the essay topic? (-When the proctor told us that we shouldn't discuss the essay topic by any means, "including, but not limited to, e-mail, text message," etc, etc..)

After the Exam:

• What. Just. Happened.
• My head.
• My back.
• My legs.
• My stomach.
• I'm hungry.
• Where's dad?
• Did I just spend 5 hours in this place?
• I'm hungry.