SAT Night! Partay!

My best friend Andy wrote a great post about his new column in the Cornell Daily Sun, of which he was formerly the editor in chief. Actually, what I found most interesting was not the column that was eventually published, but the one that he ended up scrapping, about the time we took our SAT's.

Back when we were juniors in high school (a time more distant now than I like to admit), Andy and I had what we called an "SAT sleepover." Yes it was dorky. No, we were not fully aware of that fact. Our plan was to have a quick dinner and hit the index cards to cram ourselves with some final vocab words. Afterwards, we would get some sleep and arrive at the testing station refreshed and fully prepped to fill in some bubbles.

So obviously, we ended up goofing around and imbibing enough caffeine to kill a small horse. Perhaps that's why we ended up with scores much lower than we were accustomed to from countless practice tests.

That's okay. Andy and I both ended up going to college (he at Cornell, and I at Seoul National). I doubt that a better night's rest would have resulted in better acceptances for either of us, and we are now left with a memory of what things used to be like. Right now, that memory is something we look back on wistfully, recalling the wonderful simplicty of our (more distant) youth, and perhaps it will someday turn into a goal, something to aspire to provide for our own children.

In any case, I guess we gained more that night than a couple of word roots.