Mitigate some stress: rid the test

My fingers shaking, I hurridely attempt to fill in the answer with the hot sweat slowly crawling down my face. I reminisce upon the good ole' days when tests did not determine our future. Future- the word itself makes the microscopic hairs on my neck stiffen to a permanent position. My mind incessantly releases signals to go into panic-mode. Feeling as if I cannot go on any longer, I perervere and continue to complete the SAT. S.A.T. possibly an acronym for Sufficient Atomic Trepidation.  Seemingly on an atomic level of fear to us high school juniors, the SAT is the root of all evil. A mere 23% challenge of intelligence, the SAT fries the vital functions of the brain. The importance of this test is blown out of proportion for college acceptance. At least the sweet, subtle relief occurs when we quickly thrust our pencils down at the end of the strenuous exam. Filling in bubbles truly makes the decision if we end up being doctors, lawyers, sanitation managers or McDonald's employees. Why? Each person is different. Shouldn't uniqueness and difference be praised? Society values the quality of each original individual; therefore, mitigate the stress and rid the test.  I I fjisodsdnj jfsdkjs