I knew it was time to wake up before it was time. I knew I had to do something important and something was calling me. I had waited 14 long and anxious years for this day, which had finally come. The house was still silent, its serenity unbroken by my still sleeping brother. I walked down the stairs after washing up to find my mom preparing breakfast. After eating a humble meal, I set off to prove myself.
The test center was daunting, as I was one of only 9 seventh or eighth graders taking the test that day. Everyone else around me was a junior in high school. I knew however, that I was more prepared than most of these people, and that I would suceed in my personal war. My testing room was small, with only 8 others waiting anxiously to take the test as well.
The proctor soon began the long and monotnous orientation and my cognizance of the world faded into nothingness. The only thing before me was the SAT, the Scholastic Assessment Test. It was just another label put forth by the evil headmasters of my scholastic life in order to mask its real magnitude. This was my war...the silent war I would fight with millions of other students in America. I carefully waded through the myraid of questions and soon survived the terrible ordeal. Was it 3 hours? or perhaps 4? I had lost my sense of time or place in my concentration. Reality soon faded into my mind and I realized, I had emerged victorious!
wtf...The SATs were pretty daunting, all the studying had paid off finally.
I am the SAT
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