I took the SAT about a month back and got my results today.
1320.
That's a 740 in math, 580 in verbal. And I fucked up the verbal beyond belief. And I'm still smarter than you. in 8th grade.
Oh, and they said that for this year, the SAT was "less biased towards caucasians and more fair to ethnicities." What's that supposed to mean? I mean, how are they going to have fairer questions?
"Tooktook went whale hunting yesterday. If he brings back 115 pounds of blubber, and trades 10 pounds for 7 walrus tusks, how many walrus tusks can he get if he sells all of his blubber?"
Damn those Eskimos.
What'd you get on your SAT, if you've taken it?
lovely diary!
O_o maddie
1320 is wicked good for an 8th grader, though. i took it in 6th grade and got 12-something. mostly by filling out random circles in the last 15 minutes because i realized i really didn't care.
hmm...[sixshooter]'s kind of an ass...
take care genius kid
~katie
(woo)
*("stamps" is a system we use for classroom priviledges. New age teaching methods=Pretty freakin lame)
I didnt take n e kind of SAT and it actually stands for this whole sameness shit which is total crap! in closing... I love the blue.
I haven't taken SATs- i have too much better to do (IE SLEEP, eat, and rock out)
Nuff said.
Eskimos can die...-_-
lex
..And then you said you got 1320.
Whoa..was that s'posed to be a trick?
DU BIST BEDIEND!!
-you got served-
Maths - Trig or Calc
Sciences - Bio, chem
Verbal SAT? What the hell is that? If you want to see wether or not your idiotic Frenchman knows how to talk you give him a literacy test, not an SAT. Jesus.
..Hey, Andre!
And I am not only an eskimo, but also completely insulted by that last paragraph. No eskimo I know would ever trade 10 lbs of blubber for 7 walrus tusks. Walrus tusks are as common as hookers in Amsterdam.
Sorry, kid. You're not fooling anyone but yourself.
In closing: Andre bombed? Andre, who is so awesomeish, bombed??
ouuuch.
My band teacher made me solo across 4 chorus's today. FOUR CHORUS'S. I ran out of ideas after the first two bars, AND my sax kept squacking. He pisses me off. Grargh. Luckily, as with your little situation ma bobber, it was only a rehearsal. Phew.