For the last month, I have lived SAT, breathed SAT, slept with it, and had it with every meal. I studied constantly. (You may say I was paranoid. You may even be correct.) This morning I finally took it. Now, it’s over, and I feel void of purpose. What do I do with my life now? This isn’t the typical depressed-where-do-I-go-from-here-? thing. I’m glad it’s over. Now I just have to get back to normality, if you can call my life that. I think I did pretty well, believe it or not. My essay stayed on topic, I think, and I know I almost definitely missed a question or two in math, but I still think I did really well. And I can’t wait to get scores.
I wasn’t even nervous! From last night on, I wasn’t nervous at all. It got pretty tiring just sitting there and thinking (not something I do often) but… yeah, it was the weirdest thing.
I want to do everything right now. I want to tempt fate and say my life couldn’t be better, even though it could just a little bit. I want to shock everyone (I’ll figure out how later). I want to do something I forgot. I want to remember it. I want to write. Maybe I will.
Later.