The A.C.T.

ACT.
Those three letters normally are just a normal verb - to act. You can act natural, you can act in a play. But when those three letters are capitalized, the entire meaning changes, and a darkness fills the room.Those three letters can cause the earth to quake around us, the sun to melt out of the sky, long-inactive volcanoes to suddenly erupt, and high school students to spontaneously combust.

Not really. But pretty close.

You see, I took the ACT this morning. For the second time. And let me tell you, it didn't feel any better this time around. It's so hard for me how to say I did on tests, because, well, if I think I did good I usually don't do too hot, and vice versa. So, I've trained myself to just hope I did well, but not to expect much.

I didn't actually have to take it again, but when I got my first score, my dad practically called every single college in the Continental US (okay, like three schools) to talk about scholarships. I really want to go to BYU-Provo, and I guess they told him if I improve my score by one or two points, I can get a FULL-flipping-RIDE. Yes sir/maam, you heard my correctly. So, I tried again. And in 3-8 weeks I will know. If anyone who works for the ACT is reading this, MY WHOLE FUTURE DEPENDS ON THIS SCORE. TAKE PITY. Okay, it doesn't actually depend of this score, entirely. But, I don't think I'll be too upset if I don't improve. At least I tried, y'know?