They coral students into icy rooms where the buzz of an air conditioner overpowers everything. The guy next to you always smells bad, taps things, and/or smacks his gum. You scribble & scratch, dreading the consequential onset of carpal tunnel syndrome.
They begin with something easy - reading. It lulls you into a false sense of security.
Then BAM! The math section. You have twenty seconds a question, you learned this stuff in freshman Algebra, you have no idea what to do, you sit your freshly-sharpened pencil on the table and pray. The timer goes off & you wasted your time praying.
Standardized testing. What can you do? The test is sent off & they compare you to other students as if everyone is the same. If i wasn't in the top 10%, i would hate it...
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