Today, I get to WHS, find my room and go in. The proctor arrives, takes one look at the seats and says "these are unacceptable, we're going to a different room." (the desks had really really small writing room). She leaves, we're all sitting there. She comes back, tells us we're going to room 249. We all get up, and find some stairs and go up, everybody following whoever's up front. After making some turns upstairs, the hallways are getting darker and darker since all the lights are off. Randomly, the people walking in front turn around and say "Does anyone know where we're going?" I then ask if anyone's a WHS student, a sleepy looking boy says he is, but he doesn't know what room we're going to. Someone tells him, and he starts leading. We walk. After a bit of walking, he turns around and says "Oh, two FORTY nine? that's this way." We turn around. Finally get to the room. SAT torture begins.
And I have SAT class tomorrow.
blehhhh die collegeboard.
--edit--
I just single handedly brought an argument on an online forum to a close with my uber superior logic/reasoning skills. boo-yah.