|Henry, PT-ing it up.|
Thursday, June 14, 2012
I remember taking those standardized tests in school, the ones you'd take every year with your classmates. Our teachers would draw circles on the board and show us exactly how to fill in our Scantron sheets. "Don't go outside the lines, make sure you fill your circles in completely." After building our own security walls around us to ensure no one would peek at our answers (with Lisa Frank folders, of course) we would begin. Academics came naturally to me, and those tests were never difficult. A few weeks later, my mom would show me the letter that came in the mail, comparing my scores to every one else's. I was always proud when I was in the 99th percentile. It felt good to be on top.
So, I'll attempt to stop worrying. But I'm a good worrier. 99th%ile.
at 1:02 PM