A Crappy Test

Wakey, wakey. Eggs n backey! Liz told me this morning that her favorite food for breakfast was bacon and eggs; so basically her heart begins the day by swimming a few laps in the fat pool. For breakfast I like pancakes (you can't have a meal without complex carbohydrates) sausage, milk and OJ Simpson brand OJ (the guy can really bleed the juice out of those oranges). They (and "they" are omniscient) say you should always start the day off with a good break fast, especially before school, gives ya brain food don't cha know! You know what I had for breakfast today before the big test? Nadda; Zip; Zilch; Jack Squat. Time just didn't allow, I rose and shone at 7:40, showered and rinsed at 7:40 and then I was once again flying down 6th to that horrible hell hole I just can't seem to escape. The High School. I got there a little late but just before they started shooing students away. I think I did terrible on the ACT. I think after reading this post, and others test creators might agree, my writing skills aren't exactly refined. Though I think I answered the majority of the questions correctly, the real problem was that I didn't finish a lot of the test. There were a lot of little ovals that looked like the inside of an Oreo instead of the outside. This was due in part to me constantly having to suck snot back up in my nose. The minute I took out my pencil my nose began to run like crazy and of course, I didn't have any facial tissues, nor could I get up to get some, and none of the supervisions could bring me any. That test is going to be difficult to grade since half of the pages are now "glued" together. I think I may be allergic to standardized testing.

After the ACT Mom took me to get fascinated for the flu, there is a shortage of Flu vaccines this year so only people with certain qualifications can get them. I qualified because of my weak immune system, Mom got hers too, she just lied and said that we both had the problem. When the nurse questioned us to see if we were being truthful it turns out Mom was more knowledgeable about the medical issues than I was. Just because she pays closer attention to those details than I do. I think the nurse suspected I was the fibber, but we were both immunized regardless.

The rest of the day I just watched cartoons with Liz and Elle on Nickalodean. My Life As A Teenage Robot (strange), Fairly Oddparents (actually good), Jimmy neutron (ok), and All Grown Up, the last one was wired because I used to watch Rugrats when I was Elle's age, seeing them in middle school was nostalgic. Do you realize if all cartoon characters aged Bart Simpson would be like 28? Hasn't he been 11 years old since 1986?