ObliviousAce

One of the more unusual parent-teenager conversations took place in this household some time ago; names and details have been omitted to slightly protect the guilty:

:"You took the SATs last month --- did you get your scores back yet?"

:"Uh, I think I got an envelope in the mail, but I didn't open it and now I've lost it."

:"Why don't you look on their web site? They post the numbers there, don't they?"

:"OK ..." (and after the passage of time) "... hmmm ... it says I got an 800."

:"Is that the total score?"

:"Um, no, it's just for the math part ... looks like I got an 800 on the verbal half too."

:"Do you know what that means?"

:"Uh, is it good?"

:"Yeah, pretty good."

The best thing, however, was not the score. It was not caring too much about the score ...

 //(Brief background: the SATs, formerly "Scholastic Aptitude Tests", are a sort of college entrance exam. 1600 is a perfect result.)//

TopicPersonalHistory - TopicHumor - TopicProfiles - Datetag20040714

(correlates: SirJonathan, ProbabilisticTragedy, SelfGovernmentAndSelfControl, ...)