Damn sick of SATs. It’s without a doubt the least appetising test I have ever encountered, and I happen to be a two-time sitter of O Level Higher Mother Tongue. The format is forbiddingly unwavering across practices, so on Saturday morning I’ll have the dreadful feeling that I’ve seen it all before. Except I probably won’t get to snack on Kinder Bueno during bouts of Critical Reading, or check my email in between tedious sections.
Very consoling, then, that at least studying for a test means that I’m temporarily pardoned from grappling with personality flaws, or shit like that. For two more days I’ll be in the land of shaded ovals, so gtfo conscience