No. 2 Pencils only
First day of a standardized test for my sophomores, ah, that brings back the memories. Hunched over a desk, painful indentations in the side of you finger, and the little bubbles you had to fill in perfectly or garner eternal-damnation. Those were the times.
As I’m reading the directions to my seventh period class, there is a constant stream of reiteration playing in my head from my own standardized tests in elementary school. I kept on thinking, “Wuzzle means to mix” “Balu is a bear”.
I remember those distinctly as the preamble to a set of questions, such as, “what does wuzzle mean?”
Why do the tentacle of long past memories dangle on like that? Is there a purpose those images will serve?
Well, see… now I have Tail Spin stuck in my head.