<p>June 4th was the worst test day ever! And I studied really hard for the test I took, Chemistry!</p>
<p>The first hour was when the horror began. When I first walked in the testing room, I already knew the proctor was going to have an ill personality and a malodorous mouth. He was old, wretched, and cranky… The proctor called himself Mr. Ford and it took him a freaking 30 minutes to get through all the structures. And then, this ■■■■■■■■ kid sitting three seats next of me starts asking ridiculous questions:</p>
<p>“Uh… Excuse me, I have a question. For the school ID section, do I fill in the school numbe on the board or the name of the school?” Seriously, what the freak! The box for the school/test center ID doesn’t even have letter spaces to fill in! This kid is bound to be ■■■■■■■■, I thought.</p>
<p>Then the ■■■■■■■■ kid, whose name was Carson, asks another profound question while we were filling out the answer form thing:</p>
<p>“Uh… Excuse me Mr. Ford, when I fill out the answer sheet, am I supposed to use pen or pencil? Because I used pen…” You could guess what happened after that. The proctor slapped him and handed him another answer sheet. No, just kidding, Mr. Ford didn’t slap him… Though I wish he did. Anyways, this ■■■■■■■■ kid, called Carson, had to fill out the WHOLE answer sheet again, and we had to wait another 15 minutes for him (*** seriously!). </p>
<p>After this idiocy, which consumed a full hour, the test began. The the real horror began (the ■■■■■■■■ kid was idiocy, not horror). During the test, the proctor told me to stop looking around at other people or he would confiscate my test. I was clearly not doing so. He accused me a total of two times of cheating, when I did not, and he threatened that if I even had my head up the third time, he would cancel my Chemistry scores. </p>
<p>You could tell how I felt at the time. So, much, pressure (and threats!). Then the second horror began. This obese girl sitting in front of me, I think her name was Laurie or something, kept freaking farting. Worst of all, they were hella smelly (to give an clue on just how smelly it was, I almost vomited by the end of the test*). I was not the only one complaining about Laurie’s farts, for a kid sitting next to her asked to switch seats due to smelliness (the strict Mr. Ford obviously refused, as he did to me). This second horror left me in a bilious state, debilitated.</p>
<p>Then the third horror began. The proctor stopped our testing in the first forty minutes. That’s right, he did so, and was about the collect the tests until I corrected him and brought him to his senses. I told him that we were supposed to have an hour for the test, not forty minutes. He glared at me when I corrected him, even though he was the one who made the mistake. Even worse, he said the time lost during the interference would count toward the total hour we were allowed for testing, meaning we lost a 4 whole freaking minutes (really, it makes a big difference when the proctor hates you and you have to smell farts).</p>
<p>Then the forth horror began. In the last twenty minutes, the proctor kept going around my side of the room and looking over my tests, adding more the my pressure. I was under so much pressure, I defecated in my pants. Then I urinated. Then all was malodorous. I was now the subject of smelliness. The smell of human feces diffused throughout the whole testing room because of my accidental defecation.</p>
<p>The strict proctor, who hated me already enough, forced me to leave the room due to “inappropriate behavior” and told me to clean myself. When I came back, I still had the last 19 questions of the Chemistry SAT left blank! Then the proctor accused me of cheating because of looking around the room! But said he would “let the atrocity go” and allow me to keep my scores. For what? After I left 19 questions blank?</p>
<p>Oh my jesus/lord/god. This was the worst test date ever… Does anyone know what the curve for the june 4th chemistry test will be?</p>