What would I rather do than watch twenty-four teenagers take a standardized test? (One of them—and I am not making this up—had this subconscious nervous tic [please, please tell me it was subconscious!] where he picked zits on his arms and neck while thinking about his English/Language Arts questions.)
What would I rather do?
Pretty much anything.
I want those four hours of my life back.
Damn you, TAKS test! (See you in April.)
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