So that’s what happened…

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For most of my life I’ve heard about this thing called an SAT test. And it seems logical, given the timeline, to assume that at some point in my laughable or lamentable high school ‘career’ I sat down in a room full of other kids my age and took such a test. But I have no memory of it.

Oh, I took lots of multiple-choice tests, often involving official-looking booklets with seals you slit open with your #2 pencil. Undoubtedly one of those was an SAT. But by then I had grown used to paying no attention to whatever went on in classrooms. I graduated from the twelfth public school I ever attended – and even then it was only a nominal graduation, since at the time that class actually graduated I was nowhere near the school. Somebody mailed me a diploma and – this may have been meant kindly or ironically, I truly don’t know – a tassel.

No one has ever asked me what my SAT score was, and this is good because I can’t prove I even took the test. Needless to say I have no idea or interest as to the score.

This topic isn’t relevant to anything that’s going on around me, I just thought the picture was funny because the paragraph actually does describe a major portion of my adult life without the bowling or the multiple marriages. I wonder now: Had I read the book, would it have made any difference?

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4 Responses to So that’s what happened…

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    Trust me… reading that silly book, or taking the test and getting a high score, would not necessarily have improved your future. I know, because I took the test – and many more. I got high scores. I was invited to attend a number of supposedly good “schools,” and turned them all down. Community college was what I could afford, and I worked like a dog to get through a small local university. And that was long before the proliferation of siren song “student loans.” I’m so glad I was never seduced into that nightmare. I paid off my small, local loans within a year of graduation, and that was that.

    I loved going to the university, and would love to have been able to join the faculty at some point, but my work in nursing and hospice took me far afield… and I’m grateful for that too. I would never have been able to endure the political posturing and BS, as my short stint as associate professor at the community college graphically illustrated. And, in the end, the politics and crap of government control destroyed nursing for me as well. How wonderful I wasn’t stuck with $100,000. worth of “student loans” on top of it.

    You did well to avoid all that, Joel. Even though you missed a few gems in the process. Or maybe did… we’ll never know. But I really like you as you are now, for whatever that’s worth. :)

  2. Ben says:

    I remember those high-stakes tests and the #2 pencils that went with them. Sometimes they would insist that you use THEIR #2 pencil, as if you might have dishonestly programmed a crib sheet into your own #2 pencil. Other times they would solemnly warn you not to forget to bring your own #2 pencil and three sheets of unlined paper on which to do your figuring.

    If you forgot that #2 pencil, your whole life would be ruined! Back then I had so much empathy for my fellow-students that I would bring an extra in the hopes that I could save somebody’s life with it!

    And ohmygosh, don’t use a #2.5 pencil! http://talk.collegeconfidential.com/sat-act-tests-test-preparation/412994-what-happens-if-i-used-a-number-2-5-pencil-on-my-sat.html

  3. Joel says:

    Ben, is that thread for real? Because it’s hilarious.

  4. Matt says:

    I skipped the SAT, took an ASVAB instead and never looked back. The colleges I attended as an adult never asked for an SAT score, just a check. I don’t have a degree, don’t bowl and don’t live in a van down by the river.

To the stake with the heretic!