Towards the future we speed, not knowing what's in store

Who would've thought that a girl like me could get out of placement testing...but sure enough. Wait. You are confused. I see it in your eyes. Let me start at the beginning.

So, mom and I are traveling down the road to North Greenville University. I am nervous because I had recieved a letter directing me to arrive on campus at 10 AM to begin placement testing and class scheduling. I already have plans to worm my way out of the Math testing by presenting a college transcript for College Algebra 101. Passed with a flying C. (C for crap) The English testing however, this I have no plan for. Perhaps I shall make it up on the fly. "Oh, Gee, English? I don't know..." or maybe "Parle Anglais?" or the ever popular "Holy crap my spleen is erupting!" As these possible excuses darted around in my head, we arrived. My mom makes casual remarks like "What a lovely campus." and "What a nice security man to direct us to the correct parking lot." and "There sure are a lot of one way streets around here." Most of what she said I honestly didn't hear. I had just thought of the perfect excuse. "I am a genius and need not take this petty test." Then I realized that I did want to attend this school and might want to try another excuse. We walked into the designated check-in area and they searched for my name. "Let's see...Smith...Snow...Strickland...Oh there it was!" "No!" I wanted to scream. "My name is the one that doesn't have to take the test." That was a good one. Why didn't I do that? Anyway, the nice lady handed me a gagillion sheets of paper. No wonder all the rainforests are gone.Then she says "Oh, will you look at this. You don't have to take the Math test." Score one for excuses! Just as I was about to begin a premeditated seziure she continues "Or the English." I freeze. "Pardon?" "Your SAT scores are high enough, so you don't have to take the test." Beautiful. This woman had just unknowingly prevented major embarrassment. I hastily blurt out "You are my favorite person in the world right now." No one could've prevented that one. Not even I knew it was coming. Anyway, now we have an hour to kill before advisement and class scheduling. As I happily skip around campus in the rain whilst getting many strange glances from oh so cool seniors my mom calls various people to brag...er...inform. The hour now up I return to the now not so scary looking check-in station to wait for my name to be called. As a herd of freshmen to be stand in a line I am vaguely reminded of my childhood days waiting to be picked for a dodgeball game. As in those days I wait until last. Then the woman looks up and realizes we have a bogie. My name isn't on the list. Crap. I begin reforming my previously thought up excuses and preparing a rehearsed to perfection eye twitch. Lady number two says that I should've taken the English test. Fainting became a real option at this point. After thouroughly chewing me out for not taking the test she looks at my SAT scores and says I don't have to take the test and sends me on my way. If you ask me she should've looked there first. I then go to a "counselor". He will help me decide what classes to take. The first semester of college is really just a bunch of general ed. classes. The first thing I say to the man, after "Hello. How are you?", was "I do not want any eight o'clock classes." He graciously granted my wish with a smile. After he read out a bunch of random classes and random times it turns out I will be taking Introduction to Information Technology (Microsoft Office Class, easy), First Year Experience (whatever that is), Concepts of Physical Fitness and Wellness (fancy titled p.e.), Composition and Rhetoric(English), French 2(a foreign language is a must for a bachelor of arts degree), and Old Testement Survey (which I am very excited about). The day was finished with a splendid meal at Applebees. YUM!

And that is the story of how I got out of placement tests and was given a schedule for my first semester of college.
Under Grace,
Anna