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 - 2004-07-14

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