RETURN OF FARTMAN!

SATire for the weekend

I SAT for the SAT I this past SATurday. The test lasted a total of 225 minutes, with two 5-minute breaks in between sections. Preparations for the test had gone well, in my opinion.

Test day, however, was a whole different story. I had gotten enough rest the night before, I had done my practice tests, and I had taken a dump before I left home. All seemed to be going well, no doubt.

About a quarter way into the test, I had already picked up on two questions that came out in the practice tests. Out of 8 practice tests, two questions actually came out. I admit that I wasn't even expecting any of them to be republished on the actual test, but hey, two?! From the official administrators of the SAT I buy this 4-inch thick book, spending more than half a century of my valuable Singapore currency, and all I got from that was a lot of stress and two questions? So much for consumer power. This world needs to see more power given back to the consumer.

Halfway through, I was really zoned out. The questions were coming at me fast and furious, the clock never seemed to have sufficient markings, and the pulsating beat in my head never stopped to take a breath.

What I couldn't understand was why these so-called educators have to be so anal about the test. What exactly are they looking out for? People who can think fast, think well, write well, masturbate efficiently, and still manage to cook an omelette with their feet? Monkeys can do that. Maybe we should try administering the test to monkeys (of a certain breed of monkeys this cannot be done, since this breed is actually made up of humans DRESSED UP as monkeys).

I think the educators should rethink their stand on making young, poor fledglings like us go through rigorous testing experiences like this.

Of course, now that I'm done with it, I can't really be bothered anymore. That is, unless I have to retake it. That we shall leave for another time.

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 2:23 PM