ACT: Test from Hell

Remember that episode of Full House where DJ has to take her college entrance examination? She's so nervous about taking the test that she stays up until midnight studying and then falls asleep on top of her books. Cue dream sequence. The remainder of the episode takes you into her dream, or nightmare rather. She arrives to school late, only to find out that she has number #1 pencils instead of the necassary #2. She ends up not being able to complete the test and the class taunts her about having to go to a clown college. Oh, and Vannah White was her teacher although I never understood why.
I always think about that episode when someone mentions the ACT. Note: I watched way to much television as a child. (Does anyone else think of Stephanie Tanner's band when they hear that Ace of Base song, "The Sign?" No? It's just me then? Okay.)
The first two times I've taken the test weren't horrible. Today, well today was the ACT horror story to end all ACT horror stories.
I've always taken the test at NMCC. I don't really know why I started taking it there because I don't know the school at all. But someone told me that most of the Malden students were obnoxious punks so I just stuck with it. I got there on time but I couldn't find where to go in. It seemed that they had moved to another testing site and I fear change. I walked around for a little while trying to find the entrance but finally just gave up. I drove around to the back of the school. There it was. But I couldn't find a place to park. Without looking I put my car into reverse.
Thats when I hit it.
You know how when you do something really terrible you kind of close your eyes for a few seconds hoping that whatever just happened will voluntarily erase itself from ever happening? I did that for like, two minutes before I looked up and saw that I had bumped into the front of some dude's car.
I get out of the car and start appologizing profusely for the damage I thought I had just caused. Thankfully, his car was fine. And so was the owner if I remember correctly although I was really too shaken up to fully notice males. He was very nice about the whole incident, even though it was obviously my fault. On the other hand, my car hitting his is kind of like Liza Minelli beating up on David Guest, they're both kind of weak and ugly so no one seems to mind. I still felt bad though.
And I still had to go take a four hour test as if I hadn't just caused a potentially dangerous accident.
Take that DJ Tanner.

"I mean, you're better than that Corky kid and he's actually retarded. If there was a retarded Oscar you would win, hands down, kick his ass!" -- Natalie Portman in "Garden State"