I had to wake up to my alarm at 5:00 this morning. My sister and I alternate days to wake up and since today was neither a green or red day due to PARCC tests, we both got up. I was making my bed while she took her shower.

I could barely stay awake since I kept waking up last night because of my cat, but I managed to take a shower, get dressed, and make my bed within an hour. My mom drove my sister and I to school with no traffic because so many people opted out of the tests.

When we got to school, I found what I thought was my testing room, but when I got there, I wasn’t on the list. The proctor of that room, Mr. Kennedy, told me to go down to the table in front of the Lecture Center to see if they changed my room number.

On my way down the stairs, I saw Mrs. Meade and she asked me if I needed help finding my room. I told her my name and grade. After flipping through some papers, she found my room number, and it was the same room that belonged to Mr. Kennedy, who was apparently still not my procter.

After waiting downstairs outside the student resource center for 10 minutes with about 12 other students to find out what room we were supposed to be in, someone took us to our room. Even though we were late, our proctor, Mrs. Tate, had not started proctoring yet.

When the test finally started, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, so I finished half an hour early. The only part that was annoying was the essay. When you ask students to be tested on specific stuff that they haven’t studied in 3 years at 7:30 in the morning, it can be very frustrating.

Instead of writing an essay on the prompt,something about Shakespeare and Keats and theme, I wrote a letter to the state legislature on how it’s pointless to make students take a test that isn’t critical for success in the future and how it’s not right to make us do tests on something that we don’t know.

During the break between the first session and the second one, the only snack I had was an apple. Since it’s really messy, I didn’t eat anything. By then my fingers started to feel really stiff from all the typing and I started to feel tired.

The second session was kind of boring and to be honest, I didn’t try very hard the essay part because I didn’t want to do it. I finished the testing and took a 20 minute nap.

When we started to take the last session, the program wouldn’t allow us to log in so we had to wait 15 minutes until 11:00. The essay part wasn’t even an essay. I had to write a story which was really the most enjoyable part of this whole process since writing is more my thing.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Mrs. Tate dismissed us and we bolted from the classroom in excitement and relief. Day one was over.