Standardized testing, what fun.

We've started the state wide standardized testing deal today. Thank you Bush and the "No Child Left Behind" thingydowhopper.
Wow.
Talk about boring. I was drooling on my test "booklet" for half the period. Don't make dinosaurs in the dots either. They yell at you for that. I didn't do that, but some kid did. I am an academic overachiever even if I commit social suicide on a daily basis. Back to the point, I spent most of my day in five useless hours of doing nothing. I did doodle a really adorable little turtle smoking a cigar, though.
Okay, this is my official "told you so" record. Taylor is currently living with Evan, although how much longer we can actually call him "Living" remains to be seen. I told them they would get tired of each other. I did; I really did, several times. But that was okay, 'cause their buddies right? Yeah, well, Taylor's tired of Evan and Evan's tired of Taylor. I'm afraid we're going to have a major falling out and I'm gonna be the middle man. DEAR GOD NOT AGAIN! I did this in second grade and believe me it's not pretty.
Although in science (the first real class I had all day long) we finished the in-class worksheet pretty fast (because it was on Punnet squares, and I mean, come on, how easy can you get?) and I was standing in the back corner talking to Evan and Greg about social class. We have surmised that you cannot tell your own social class, generally, well, if you're middle class anyway. The Nutral Section has now opted to try to find out it's social standing. I was interviewing some of the people in science class about this, but all I gleaned was that we weren't losers, and that we're considered preps! Would you believe that? Me? A prep? I think I had an outburst. Said person then corrected themselves with nerd. Much more acceptable. Yes, nerd. Prep, no. *Bleg!* The mere though makes me gag!
--- Death to Modifiers!