yesterday was the test, the cbest. it was pretty much exactly like the practice test in the book i bought, which was good... no surprises. actually, there was one surprise in the form of a reading comprehension question; it was a very poorly written excerpt from what seemed to be a knock-off of kipling's just-so stories. i had to sign a very fancy statement saying i wouldn't discuss the test outside of the test, so i won't go into total detail, but let's just say the questions seemed to be more geared towards the third graders that the passage was intended for, rather than potential teachers.
i finished the four hour exam with an hour and forty-five minutes remaining, which of course led me to believe that i had made huge errors. i started going over my answers, but then thought, "well, if i couldn't pass this test on a once-over, i'm not sure i belong in a classroom," and then amscrayed. i know that's a bastardly thing to think, but... man. i really think that the lowell (my high school paper, for thems that don't know) should do a story where they give a cbest to fifty students (or something like that) and see how well they do. i know, i should probably just stop being a bastard, but, well.... no.
after the test, i went and hung out with jennifer. we got mexican food and hung out in a bar to watch the usa-italy game. we were pretty much the only white people in the bar, and i'm pretty sure jennifer was the only woman, but it was a pretty friendly atmosphere. what blew us away, however, was when the usa scored it's only goal (it was a tie game, 1-1), the bar erupted with cheers and clapping. jennifer turned to me and poignantly said "how can anyone accuse immigrants of disloyalty when they cheer like that for a u.s. goal?" right on, man, right on.
anyway. today is father's day... happy father's day, dad. i had originally thought that i was going to be the only family member absent for this special occaision, but not anymore: bernie is still up at his jazz festival in rochester, anna is at her pre-camp weekend upstate, and i learned today that mom is going to dc later this afternoon for some nih stuff... so poor dad is all alone! sad! what i should've bought him was a ticket to san francisco, but i didn't know. wow, bad son.
so, remember to call all your fatherseses and tell them happy f-day. or d-day. or... p-day?
tomorrow: i start work. scary.
hasta mañana.
i finished the four hour exam with an hour and forty-five minutes remaining, which of course led me to believe that i had made huge errors. i started going over my answers, but then thought, "well, if i couldn't pass this test on a once-over, i'm not sure i belong in a classroom," and then amscrayed. i know that's a bastardly thing to think, but... man. i really think that the lowell (my high school paper, for thems that don't know) should do a story where they give a cbest to fifty students (or something like that) and see how well they do. i know, i should probably just stop being a bastard, but, well.... no.
after the test, i went and hung out with jennifer. we got mexican food and hung out in a bar to watch the usa-italy game. we were pretty much the only white people in the bar, and i'm pretty sure jennifer was the only woman, but it was a pretty friendly atmosphere. what blew us away, however, was when the usa scored it's only goal (it was a tie game, 1-1), the bar erupted with cheers and clapping. jennifer turned to me and poignantly said "how can anyone accuse immigrants of disloyalty when they cheer like that for a u.s. goal?" right on, man, right on.
anyway. today is father's day... happy father's day, dad. i had originally thought that i was going to be the only family member absent for this special occaision, but not anymore: bernie is still up at his jazz festival in rochester, anna is at her pre-camp weekend upstate, and i learned today that mom is going to dc later this afternoon for some nih stuff... so poor dad is all alone! sad! what i should've bought him was a ticket to san francisco, but i didn't know. wow, bad son.
so, remember to call all your fatherseses and tell them happy f-day. or d-day. or... p-day?
tomorrow: i start work. scary.
hasta mañana.
posted by Charlie Beckerman at 11:20
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