I have now taken the ACT test three times. Once as a sophomore, once as a junior, and now once as a senior.
As a sophomore I scored a composite 30. I was thrilled with this score, and even more exciting was the well-roundedness of my score. My lowest sub-score (the subgroups are English, Math, Reading, and Science/Reasoning) was a 28 and my high a 31.
My junior year I scored a composite 31, which I was, again, very happy about. Unfortunately, my science sub-score dropped one point from a 30 as a sophomore to a 29, but I compensated by jumping my English score from a 30 to a 34.
Today I got my scores for the test. I scored a composite 31. Again. I know it is still a good score, but I'm really frustrated with myself. My science sub-score was a 25.
Twenty-five.
My stellar english score also dropped from a 34 to a 33. I really am not disappointed in the score itself. It's going to get me into BYU, which has been the goal since forever. I'm probably going to get a scholarship too, which is very good. I'm just disappointed in myself. If I had simply matched my score on the science portion from my sophomore year, I would have the 32 I was shooting for.
English Muffins! (That's my new curse word.)
"Plenty of people miss their share of happiness, not because they never found it, but because they didn't stop to enjoy it." ~William Feather
Monday, December 28, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Poetry is Beautiful
The still sounds of a rainstorm speak.
They speak truth,
Bang
Swish.
Pitter patter.
My heart sings the song of eternity,
The anguish of a broken soul,
The rush of life coming fast,
The redeeming song of light.
Stand back up,
Run a mile,
Express some thanks,
Give a hug,
Close your eyes,
Vent some feelings,
Smell your pillow,
Fix some mistakes.
Moments define our lives.
They speak truth,
Bang
Swish.
Pitter patter.
My heart sings the song of eternity,
The anguish of a broken soul,
The rush of life coming fast,
The redeeming song of light.
Stand back up,
Run a mile,
Express some thanks,
Give a hug,
Close your eyes,
Vent some feelings,
Smell your pillow,
Fix some mistakes.
Moments define our lives.
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