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bedlamsbardOh my God, let's talk about the disaster that was today's AP Calculus test. Under a cut, in case the AP sniper or the College Board spy plane is watching. *sneaky eyes*
So, you know, starts out fine, whatever. We get through section one of the multiple choice, without calculator, and we're about three-fourths of the way through section two, with calculator, when the fire alarm goes off.
The fucking fire alarm goes off. In the middle of a standardized test taken at THE SAME TIME EVERYWHERE IN THE NATION.
So we all grab our stuff and go outside, wide-eyed, pretty scared -- not because of the fire, but because there's a really, really good chance that the College Board can invalidate our tests. Hell, I was nearly crying.
Our calc teacher comes by while we're all outside desperately worrying and tells us not to talk to each other, because we're still technically taking the test. And we're just like, "J., we're not supposed to be talking to you. You could be telling us the answers!" And, in my case, "Something damn well better be on fire, because if my test gets invalidated because some idiot pulled the alarm --!"
Eventually the fire trucks show up, they clear the school, we all go back in, the counselor and the proctor tell us to go on with the test, and then my calc teacher comes in. He really wants to make sure the test will still be valid. We go on with the last fifteen minutes of the multiple choice, my calc teacher and the counselor go out in the hall to argue, and eventually the counselor goes to make a call to the College Board.
It's all good. They've got plans in place for something like this happening; the tests are still valid. Deep sign of relief.
We go into the free response questions. Part one, with calculator, then we get like a two-second break because a couple people have to go to the bathroom. Which is when everyone starts talking. "We've gone through all the AP tests from 1998 to 2006 and we've never had this type of problem. NEVER."
Part two, without calculator. Five minutes before we're done with the test, the announcements go off, on PA across the school. Usually they go second period, but they've been putting them in fifth because of the AP tests. Only thing is Calc's going late because of the fire drill, so they're still disrupting us. We work through it, finish up the test, and go.
That's right. The test went through first period, second period, third period, first lunch, fourth period, second lunch, and the beginning of fifth period. Nobody went to fifth period. Most people left for lunch; me and a couple other people stuck around at a picnic table outside in THE SUN. Then we all went to sixth period Wind Ensemble.
Oh, you know what else? I had fucking cramps through the entire test. During the multiple choice I was sitting with one hand locked over my stomach making very quiet whimpering noises and going ha ha ha, integrals, what a concept.
So, you know, starts out fine, whatever. We get through section one of the multiple choice, without calculator, and we're about three-fourths of the way through section two, with calculator, when the fire alarm goes off.
The fucking fire alarm goes off. In the middle of a standardized test taken at THE SAME TIME EVERYWHERE IN THE NATION.
So we all grab our stuff and go outside, wide-eyed, pretty scared -- not because of the fire, but because there's a really, really good chance that the College Board can invalidate our tests. Hell, I was nearly crying.
Our calc teacher comes by while we're all outside desperately worrying and tells us not to talk to each other, because we're still technically taking the test. And we're just like, "J., we're not supposed to be talking to you. You could be telling us the answers!" And, in my case, "Something damn well better be on fire, because if my test gets invalidated because some idiot pulled the alarm --!"
Eventually the fire trucks show up, they clear the school, we all go back in, the counselor and the proctor tell us to go on with the test, and then my calc teacher comes in. He really wants to make sure the test will still be valid. We go on with the last fifteen minutes of the multiple choice, my calc teacher and the counselor go out in the hall to argue, and eventually the counselor goes to make a call to the College Board.
It's all good. They've got plans in place for something like this happening; the tests are still valid. Deep sign of relief.
We go into the free response questions. Part one, with calculator, then we get like a two-second break because a couple people have to go to the bathroom. Which is when everyone starts talking. "We've gone through all the AP tests from 1998 to 2006 and we've never had this type of problem. NEVER."
Part two, without calculator. Five minutes before we're done with the test, the announcements go off, on PA across the school. Usually they go second period, but they've been putting them in fifth because of the AP tests. Only thing is Calc's going late because of the fire drill, so they're still disrupting us. We work through it, finish up the test, and go.
That's right. The test went through first period, second period, third period, first lunch, fourth period, second lunch, and the beginning of fifth period. Nobody went to fifth period. Most people left for lunch; me and a couple other people stuck around at a picnic table outside in THE SUN. Then we all went to sixth period Wind Ensemble.
Oh, you know what else? I had fucking cramps through the entire test. During the multiple choice I was sitting with one hand locked over my stomach making very quiet whimpering noises and going ha ha ha, integrals, what a concept.
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Date: 2007-05-10 03:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-10 03:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-10 04:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-10 04:31 am (UTC)One down, two to go. At least I'm not one of the seniors; they've got another one tomorrow, Sr. AP English.
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Date: 2007-05-10 04:38 am (UTC)I hear your screams of rage, seriously!
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Date: 2007-05-10 05:15 am (UTC)My screams of rage can be heard in Texas?
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Date: 2007-05-10 05:18 am (UTC)I remember mine being spread out when I was in HS... like, two one week, two the next? I don't remember very well, though
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Date: 2007-05-10 06:05 am (UTC)If Friday goes as badly as today, I'm going to punch something. Like a wall. Or someone.
Oh my God, show. Forget the plot, scene!
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Date: 2007-05-10 05:01 pm (UTC)OMG SHOW INDEED.
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Date: 2007-05-10 11:29 pm (UTC)SHOW!
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:14 am (UTC)... no, I really really REALLY wasn't a problem child. I was suspended twice for fighting, but I didn't start either one!
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Date: 2007-05-11 04:53 am (UTC)It is not one of my top ten goals in life.
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Date: 2007-05-11 06:18 am (UTC)unless they tried to bite mine off, first.(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-12 12:00 am (UTC)...look, I'll go open the file now and see what it says.
Her earliest memories of Alan and Joey are of a pair of six-year-old boys, scowling horribly away from each other. Alan had taken to Joey as a personal nemesis from the very beginning, turned his small head away and scrunched up his slate blue eyes, stolen his crayons and his toys until Joey had turned on him in pre-pubescent anger. Then he’d hit Joey cheerfully, hit and more – Fury has a crystal clear image caught in her mind of Joey’s yelp of pain and Alan being pulled away by Mrs. Broderick, the first grade teacher, as he spit out a neat semi-circle of tawny ear – and Joey had hit back without reservation. For children, the little boundaries that we know so well don’t exist. They’re something else entirely. For Joey, Alan had hurt him and he’d have to pay.
Don't bite people's ears off. It's bad.
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:23 am (UTC)Don't bite people's ears off. It's bad.
But Mike Tyson is my role model! Are you telling me that MY IDOL did something bad?!