ACT testing...
As a parents, we all want the best for our children. We want them to succeed and we want them to do well. So, the college board recommends the students should get a good night sleep, a good breakfast, and to be prepared. This is the ideal morning. All week, we have been talking about the ACT test on Saturday, we had discussed her test, prayed about her test, and had all the best intentions. However, in our household it became a calamity of errors.
Friday evening as we all sat down for dinner, we discussed the mornings activities. One had theater rehearsal at 9 am, one had the ACT test at 7:30 or 8:00 at the time was sketchy, one was going to help a friend move, and the youngest two had a birthday party at Chuckie Cheese. All these things we discussed, who would drop off who, and then the pick up. The conversation faded, I took some much needed Nyquil for my Allergies. I know Nyquil is meant for the sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head so you can rest medicine, but when the pollen count is in the thousands, menopause, and no sleep, Nyquil helps me to sleep. I take it so infrequently it works when I get totally desperate for sleep. I fall asleep just before 9 pm. The rest of the house follows, and soon the sun begins to rise. I lay in my nice warm bed and discover its 7:30. I leaped to my feet and scream ACT we have to get her to the test. I in my infinite thought believed the ACT check in was 7:45 am, like the SAT. I screamed to my boys where is my lap top, I have to print the admission ticket. Both, Laptops are shut down, and I am frantically trying to bring up the ACT website to print the ticket. I send her ahead to the test site, while I stayed behind and awaited the ticket to print. I discovered it was then the check in time was 8:00 am. She was dropped off at the door of the community college by her daddy. She left behind her license, pencil, calculator, and her water bottle in the front seat of the car. I pull up and drop off the ticket, pass along her calculator, pencils, and water bottle and a fist full of quarters for the vending machines. Hoping she will find something to fill her tummy.
So, we will see how she does under pressure. Her daddy returns home just in time to start the morning of drop offs. He says I think I deserve eggs and bacon. Unfortunately, I had no eggs in the house so we embarked on a trip to Waffle House. I true southern breakfast.
She made it through the test and now all I can do is pray.
Friday evening as we all sat down for dinner, we discussed the mornings activities. One had theater rehearsal at 9 am, one had the ACT test at 7:30 or 8:00 at the time was sketchy, one was going to help a friend move, and the youngest two had a birthday party at Chuckie Cheese. All these things we discussed, who would drop off who, and then the pick up. The conversation faded, I took some much needed Nyquil for my Allergies. I know Nyquil is meant for the sniffling, sneezing, stuffy head so you can rest medicine, but when the pollen count is in the thousands, menopause, and no sleep, Nyquil helps me to sleep. I take it so infrequently it works when I get totally desperate for sleep. I fall asleep just before 9 pm. The rest of the house follows, and soon the sun begins to rise. I lay in my nice warm bed and discover its 7:30. I leaped to my feet and scream ACT we have to get her to the test. I in my infinite thought believed the ACT check in was 7:45 am, like the SAT. I screamed to my boys where is my lap top, I have to print the admission ticket. Both, Laptops are shut down, and I am frantically trying to bring up the ACT website to print the ticket. I send her ahead to the test site, while I stayed behind and awaited the ticket to print. I discovered it was then the check in time was 8:00 am. She was dropped off at the door of the community college by her daddy. She left behind her license, pencil, calculator, and her water bottle in the front seat of the car. I pull up and drop off the ticket, pass along her calculator, pencils, and water bottle and a fist full of quarters for the vending machines. Hoping she will find something to fill her tummy.
So, we will see how she does under pressure. Her daddy returns home just in time to start the morning of drop offs. He says I think I deserve eggs and bacon. Unfortunately, I had no eggs in the house so we embarked on a trip to Waffle House. I true southern breakfast.
She made it through the test and now all I can do is pray.
Thank God for wonderful mothers like you. Where would the world be without you. She will be fine and she will get in and graduate. I was a worrier of 3 children and it has all turned out just fine as I'm sure it will for you. Hang in there!
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What a morning! At least you got your daughter to the ACT on time. That can be a trying event in any case and very expensive if you miss it and have to pay to take it later. Nice recovery though, with a typical LifeInaSmallTown ending.
I loved it.
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