Wish me luck. I’m taking the official PSAT tomorrow, along with the other hundreds of thousands of American high school juniors.
This is the real thing–not the practice tests I’ve taken–and if I do well, I might become a national merit finalist and receive a scholarship. If I DON’T do well–well.
I’m not going to think about that now.
My older brother and sister both got it, so I have to–it’s expected of me. Can’t have me breaking the chain, right?
After this is over, I won’t have to worry about anything too much until the real SAT, which I’ll take in either December or January, it depends.
I’ll tell you how it goes after…….unless I can sense I did badly, in which case I’ll cry and feel like a failure for a while, before putting my head up and getting over it.
There’s a time and a place to die, and this ain’t it. I’m going to do my best tomorrow, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get at least a 1430/1520. That is the lowest score I’ll accept.
I walk, now, into the light of the future. Wish me luck.