TJ Hell

Today I took the TJ test. Whoopee.

[alert: this isn't a funny post, it's just chronicling my adventures with the TJ test. Funfun.]

When I got there everyone was already there. There were like five white people in the room. Everyone else was either Asian or Indian. I wonder why.

Anyway, it’s funny watching them freak out over failing the test and then going to McDonalds. You know who you are.

I got directed to Mrs. Sky’s room with Tarun, Soumithri, Jason, Anant, Jean-Claude, and a bunch of other people. Mrs. Toweson, my 7th grade English teacher, was the proctor. We sat down and got our pencils out. We were supposed to bring three in case one broke, but apparently one girl just visited a pencil factory and brought twelve. And five pens. Paranoid much?

So we took the test. The multiple choice part wasn’t that bad, about the same as the SOLs last year. But maybe that’s just me being Asian.

Then was the writing part, where the prompts were as cheesy as ever. I’m not supposed to tell you what the prompts were, but I highly doubt the TJ admissions people read this blog, so screw it. One of the prompt was about you, and you’re a researcher, and you’ve almost discovered a cure for Alzheimer’s, and so has your competitor, and they offer you a million bucks if you let them release their cure first. And the second one was to name a problem that a TJ education would help you solve. Kinda anticlimatic after the first, but oh well.

Then I went to Chipotle. I had a burrito and it was very tasty.

Then I got a haircut. It actually looks pretty good.

Then I went home and wrote this blog post.

Good luck to all of you Asians reading this who want to get in more than I do.

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