I’m in the midst of gathering my transcripts and test scores in preparation for transferring to a different college. It turns out that the specialized school I was originally enrolled in with its enormous dropout rate has claimed me as one of its victims. I moped about it for a long while, and then with Husband’s support decided to just get over it and move the hell on. So I have orientation next week and then start classes sometime after that. I’m very excited.
It was while copying all my previous transcripts that I was reminded of when my kids were in high school and took those all-important SATs, with the tense days of waiting for the mail to be delivered and the scores revealed. It so happened that Daughter was on a visit out of town when her test results arrived at our house. Son was about thirteen at the time, and he waved the square envelope addressed to his sister in the air, enthusiastically suggesting we call and let her know. Nothing excites a youngster more than finding out a sibling’s test results first.
We called Daughter and she said to go ahead and open it and read her the scores. Son ripped open the envelope and ran his finger over to where it was marked Verbal and called out “640!” Extremely verbal Daughter said, humph, she thought it would be higher. What about Math? Son looked down to the sheet and his eyes got wide and I thought uh-oh. I raised my hands like “What?” and he said in a hushed voice, “It’s all zeroes.” “WHAT?!” I gasped, and grabbed the paper out of his hand.
Now Daughter was yelling “WHAT?” over the phone and I shrieked at Son, “What are you saying? They aren’t zeroes! The first one’s an eight! She got an 800 on the Math!!” We could both hear Daughter’s voice calling out over the noise and confusion.
DTR: I got a WHAT? What did I get?
OSV: 800. You got an 800.
DTR: That’s awesome.
SON: That’s sick.
Several months later, I overheard the following between Son and Daughter as they sat in the kitchen having an afternoon snack.
SON: What’s in the envelope?
DTR: My second SAT scores.
SON: You took them again? What for?
DTR: I knew I could do better on the Verbal.
SON: Did you?
DTR: Yeah, I got a 680. I also wanted to prove to myself that the 800 on the Math wasn’t a fluke. No one could believe I got a perfect score because I don’t really work that hard in math class.
SON: Well, how did you do?
DTR: I got a 770.
SON: So I guess it was a fluke.
Daughter’s Featured Fotos are For Your Information
architectural skateboards
japantown peace sculpture, san francisco
hot shoes anywhere
nyc grand opening: sunbathing rooftop (don’t mind the melted chair)
the topple effect
crack dream flower girl