| What is the third most embarrassing thing that could happen during the 5 minute break of the SATs?
It happened to me.
I was in the bathroom, in a stall with a malfunctioning lock. Russian 2 walked in on me talking care of girly business. And yet I went on unfazed. I don't think I can look her in the eye for a week, but it did not affect my test taking.
BTW - Would 5 more math minutes kill the SAT people?
SO SOMETHING IS DONE FOREVER! Now I wait for my scores.
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Have I mentioned how much I do?
Friend is not taking her responsibilities seriously. She took a day and a half off last week, to get her license and be sick. She has not been to the craft store. She has not seen the yearbook program in action. She pushed everything off to JUST do college applications for two weeks.
I am going to be a doctor. I am applying to programs that grant graduates a PharmD.
And yet I find time to talk to Fred about Newspaper most nights for far too long. And have two meetings with the girls a week. And track them down one morning a week to ask them if they worked. (Always no, from everyone) And edit articles from illiterate mathematical genii.
And manage the yearbook photos. And think of ideas for yearbook dividers. And organize yearbook meetings.
And run from Bio to PsychTeacher in my nonexistant break to give her Model UN updates. And track down girls for committee selections. And update the Social Networking group/send messages. And search for a nondepressing Ethiopian movie.
And get class lists for National Honors Society. And try to help match bratty-catty freshmen to seniors for Big Sister-Little Sister. And wear my pin.
And remind 16 and Frenchie about College Bowl next week, and how we need to give a test.
And go to the craft store to look at Sleepover centerpiece ideas. And Target.
And think about Lit Journal in the back of my mind...
And correspond with the local hospital about volunteering and NJ school visits with the dean.
And school. Oh yeah, be there until 5 at night.
And study for the SATs during every lunch period/free period/Ivrit period/spare moment.
And send out my college applications. And get my application fee waivers filled out, signed, and sent. And my recommendation letters filled out and sent to the right schools. And my SAT scores need to be sent out for free.
SAT sunday. I need a 650+ in math to even think I have a serious chance. I can go up 70 points, right?
I complain alot. But I think I am allowed to...
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| By this time Monday, my college applications should all be gone. For serious. I just need everything reviewed and checked and sent out and recommendations added on, and I am done.
I can not wait. I will celebrate, then go back to doing SAT work. I should be all up on my SAT study, but I am not. Because I am constantly swamped with stuff.
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| I have so much stuff going on.
In best news, Father has a friend he recently rediscovered a friend who happens to work closely with the DEAN OF NJ PHARMACY SCHOOL!
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So I don't like the NY college anymore, so I'm not going to apply there. That leaves me with three chances to get into a dream program. One real dream, one that is manageable, and one that will tear me away from everything I love.
I need to do much better on the SATs this time around, next month. My writing/verbal is just on par with NJ college, but my math needs to go up 130 points according to their printed middle 50% grades. According to the reported numbers, 25% of their school got a perfect score on the math section. That can't be possible! As for the last part, no one supposedly cares about it, but I would need to go up something like 60 points. My focus is on the math.
I miss Lee.
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