The SAT

The last time I was involved in an SAT test I was 18 years old.  I don't remember what I got but I don't remember any Ivy League schools beating down my door.

I've turned 18 twice since then and I'm headed back to the SAT examination room...this time as a proctor.  Yes, this morning I'm going to be holding the college careers of 20 nervous high school kids in my hot little hands.  My wife has proctored this test a bunch of times at her high school, and they were in need of some extra people so I was volunteered (the November SAT usually has lots of takers since it's often the last one before colleges start reviewing applications).

I looked though the test administrator's book - lots of reading for me and none of it very scintillating.  They have very strict rules about how this test is given and you have to read the material to the students word-for-word.  I'll have to crank up my best radio voice to keep them interested.

They leave nothing to chance.  Most of the test sections are 25 minutes long and they even give you a conversion chart that shows if you start at this minute past the hour 25 minutes later will be that minute.  Apparently being good at math is not a requirement for proctors.

I'll report back later how it went.  Hopefully the cheaters will be in someone else's classroom.

By the way, after my first SAT my friend and I decided to go to the local Jack-in-the-Box to grab lunch to go.  I followed him in the drive-thru line.  He misjudged the turn a bit and bumped up against a light pole.  The base of the pole shattered and the pole fell into the drive-thru line.  I almost crashed into him because I was laughing so hard.