I took the PSAT test today and it really wasn't all that bad. I don't think I left a single answer blank even though I guessed on quite a few of them, mainly math beacuse I was either brain farting or I hadn't learned to do the actual problem yet. I found the writing to be pretty easy though, so I guess that's good. My main problem wasn't with the test itself, oh no.
It was the room. That room was absolutely freezing and I'm pretty sure most everyone's hands were numb when they were taking the test. During our bathroom break people just let their hands sit under the warm water because it felt so much better than being frozen. Several of us wanted to stay in the bathroom because it was warmer than the Aux. gym. I know I wanted to. The time limits were annoying, but they weren't too bad. I even got three (maybe) chapters of Anna Karenina done in the inbetween breaks...yeah, they're not long chapters and I'm only about 35 pages into the book. I have to keep reminding myself that it's been translated from Russian, so of course it's not going to be perfect grammar and super long discrptive phrases and words...unlike all of the American classics I've been reading.
That reminds me. I read To Kill a Mockingbird recently and I didn't find the book all that depressing. In fact, I haven't really found American literature all that depressing so far, unlike what everyone has been saying. Also, it seems that when other people hate a book we're reading, I end up liking it, point in case: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Well, Celest liked To Kill a Mockingbird too, so I know I'm not alone there...
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