The thing about the testing center is that it used to be an elementary school. I can't imagine who would do that to little kids. Outside, the center looks totally normally, but inside there are almost no windows, the outer walls are a dingy brown brick laid in vertically, the chalkboards are a deeper kind of brown, and the inner walls aren't walls at all but orange partitions like cubicle partions. The partitions are probably the worst bit because it means that no matter what you're doing, everyone else in the entire building can hear you. Trust me, that does not work out well for testing.
I think the testing center affects me in weird ways. Yesterday I had my English Literature AP test and today I had Calculus AB. Both started at around 7:30 in the morning. Normally I start calculus class at 7:10 so I should be used to it. But with these tests I felt totally out of it. I seriously think what it is is the lack of natural light. The testing center is very badly lit, and what with the no windows it's like being in a cave. During the English test I was thinking about what I was going to do after the test, wondering if I was nervous, all those little thoughts that go on while you're supposed to be reading some sixteenth century poem that makes no sense at all.
I finally got into the test after the first essay, but that was unfortunately over halfway through. Today was better, with the calculus, since I started having fun with the math. But I was still kind of sleepy.
I was mad because today there were two of the kind of problems I really don't like. Imagine trying to solve (decipher) this:
If g(x) is a functions representing the integral from 0 to x of f(t), which is graphed above, what is the value of the instantaneous rate of change of g when x=-1?
Now, me, in my wonderful math logic, approached the problem in the following way: The derivative and the integral cancel out, so g'(x)=f(t), thus g'(-1)=f(-1)=7.333333. But that wasn't an answer choice. Eventually, I put D because through some other method I saw that answer, and also because it made my answers for that section go ABCDEDBC, in what cannot be a good sign. Also, I ended with BBBBAAA, which is too many multiples for me.
Now I have to wait till July to find out my scores. Argh. Also, I have four more tests next week, though I do not care at all about economics and government. Mr. A. is so incredibly horrible. My English teacher was telling me that at the teachers' meeting to decide which seniors get the "big awards" (I have no idea what those are) Mr. A. kept saying that I have to get his award because "he made me." EEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW! I don't want his award! I'm not the best in social science, DorkBoy is. Give Mr. A's award to Jason. I want a science or math or English or Spanish, or, Lord help me, a band award rather than a social science award. And "he made me"? No one's made me. I've made myself. What has Mr. A. done for me? It's more like done to me! He has had no positive influence in my life whatsoever. It's so sick. Also, my English teacher said he was being really mean about the whole thing. It's about awards--something good! I don't like him connecting me, well, with him, or with something negative just because I'm smart and the teachers had to decide which award I should get. It's just so sick. But ha--I haven't gone to his class since last Tuesday, then I go on Thursday and the Thursday after that. I'm missing lots of class! Good!
