On April 31, I finally chose a college! I rushed over to my library and paid my admission fee and housing deposit. It was such a relief that after months of going back and forth between what college to attend, that I finally chose a college.
As May 3rd approaches, another grade of students are preparing for the most important test of their lives: the SATs. They have studied as much as they can; memorizing tricks, working on mathmatic skills, and improving their writing for their future. No amount of studying can prepare them for being tired and being in agony during a three and half hour long test.
I don't know how it is in other states and/or cities, but in Miami, "No Child Left Behind", is leaving children behind.
In my local high school students are required to pass the FCAT ( floridas standarized test). Needless to say, a plethora of students can't pass it. They end up taking it contless times, and all classes in high school revolve around passing this test.
In this time of finals, I thought I'd write about the dreaded Essay Test. Personally, I think this style of testing is a bit unfair.
Everybody says that senior year goes by very fast. That is in fact true, but you have to realize that there are some things that make it go by so fast or seem to go by so fast. The first would be deadlines. Working hard to meet deadlines sometimes crowds my mind to the point that by the time the deadline actually comes and passes It seems like I have lost that time that I spent worrying about it.
Last week, in my history class, we had our first exam. That is the only class I have that day, so I spent the entire day studying to ensure that I knew the matierial. In addition to this, I had been studying for the past week for shorter periods of time. Upon receiving the test, I was pleased to discover that I knew the answer to almost every question. The girl next to me, however did not.
I was walking in a parking lot several days ago when I spotted this really run down car, with loads of bumper stickers on it. I stopped and stared at it, reading almost all of them. I noticed one that said, "My child is not a test score". And on the spot, I completely agreed with this guy.
I'm not a test score. Test scores do not represent who I am and they shouldn't represent others.
But that's when I started thinking.
