Do you remember the day when you took your S.T's? You probably only remember the fact that you had to give up a whole Saturday that you could have spent sleeping. Or, was it the most nerve-racking day of your life? The reason that I ask is because it was on that day, November 2nd, 2002, that really made me appreciate how short life really can be. .
It was just another typical Saturday morning. I got up, brushed my teeth, and then went back to sleep. Then I got up again when I realized that it wasn't just another typical Saturday, today was the day that would decide the rest of my life. Today was the day that I took the S.A.T's! Normally, I don't get that nervous about tests, but this was the absolutely last opportunity for me to take that wretched test. Add to that the fact that I had already applied to several universities, needless to say that I was beyond the point of panic. The only thing that gave me comfort was the fact that my two best friends Leslie and Matt had made the very same mistake, and that they would be suffering there right along with me.
We all had to get up earlier because the test was being held at Coronado, and all three of us went to Franklin. When we arrived, the teachers there were already assigning everyone their seats. The three of us all said god luck and went of to face the music. When the test began, (math first of course) my mind already began to wander all over the place. Before I knew it, ten minutes had past. When I finally buckled down and finished the damn thing, I realized that I had run out of bubbles. When I was able to correct my mistakes the test had already ended. .
After the whole ordeal was over, and I was sure that I would end up working at TGIFRIDAYS forever, the three of us decided to go out to lunch. As we sat there, waiting for our tacos, we were all thinking of things that we could do to try and salvage this horrible day. Well, as it were to turn out, my dear friend Leslie had never been off- roading, so we decided to take her on her maiden voyage.
