When we are scared we are forced to make choices, it is commonly referred to as the "fight or flight" response. Despite all of my fears and apprehensions about me and my relationship with reading, I chose to fight. Not to fight the reading, the material, or the class, but to fight the panic that comes with timed reading. I chose to breath deeply, stay calm, and take my time. I did not let myself check the clock every thirty seconds. I did not let myself skim pieces in a hurry. I forced myself to read each piece thoroughly and do the best I could. I scored higher than I thought I would and understood things better than I though possible in the span of 60 minutes.
I admit that I did not enjoy the practice test, interpreting a poem "correctly," is a daunting task. No, I did not do fantastically on the practice test, but I did, in my opinion do well. I might not have won the war, but in my mind that battle was a success. I rarely look at a pre/practice test with adoration, but I think, this time, I just might.
I admit that I did not enjoy the practice test, interpreting a poem "correctly," is a daunting task. No, I did not do fantastically on the practice test, but I did, in my opinion do well. I might not have won the war, but in my mind that battle was a success. I rarely look at a pre/practice test with adoration, but I think, this time, I just might.
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