Creative Writing: The Ordinary World

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The Ordinary World 7:55 AM finds me sprinting out the door of my apartment complex, frantically rushing to the car. I am late - yet again. It was the season of PSAT testing at our school, a free practice test for sophomores and juniors to prepare for the real hell-the SAT. I slam the car door while gripping my backpack tightly before pouncing across the street. A sea of cars honks at me as I sprint across the street not even glancing both ways like my mama had informed me about before. 7:59 AM “it’s okay,” I tell myself, the school bell rings three minutes past 8. I speed walk across the school track; a piercing sound hits my ears indicating that the bell had rung. I made my way to room 155- language hall, the door was closed, great. Knocking …show more content…

Merely skimming a couple pages the night before of the practice booklet the school handed out a week ago. As the instructors of the test began to pass out our testing booklet, I could only hope that I would at least get a decent score that I could work on later on when I start preparing for the real test. My legs are bouncing, shaking and my fingers fidget with my number two pencil, I could feel anxiety crawling up my spine - I shiver. ‘Begin’ I hear, students are shuffling their papers, attempting to read the passage as quick as possible. Taking a standardized test like the SAT is a journey, a long harsh boring journey. First, when the test starts, I read faster than my normal reading pace but then realized I could not possibly comprehend the words I just skimmed, so I have to go back and reread the passage. After the first couple of questions are answered, that is when I start to drag only because the passage is about Yellowstone Wolves boosting their berry diets for grizzlies. By the time I am halfway through the Reading Test I ran out of brain juice, if there is one thing about me is that I have no testing endurance, my brain gets fried halfway and every question I answer, the more hopeless I feel. I glance at a girl sitting next to me, taking a quick

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