ACT= TDT (The Devil's Test)

I always like to think positive, and being homeschooled, life is good.

Until mom decided to sign me up for the ACT. My thoughts at the time (minus the curse words) were basically Here we go.

I took the diagnostic test today to see where I was. Long rant short, I did not enjoy my experience. Sure I'm twelve, but I still thought I'd do better.

Then I realized what a lake I was making out of this rather daunting puddle. Sure, I want to do good, but this is not a big deal. If I want to do good, all I have to do is learn four grades above me of Math, Science, English, Writing, and Reading. I am currently a seventh grader, about to take a high school test. Not a big deal.

Cue me running screaming of into the distance, never to be seen again.

I really think I might get some awards one day for being good at flopping around the house for three or four hours.

Now is where I see the glowing magic book, ready to teach me all I want to know about The Devils Test. Boy, do I wish. But still, I can get some thing out of this. I can learn to study well, concentrate, ignore things. Not scream at the top of my lungs. Actually, I think I might get this right.

Post observation: AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH