Test Taking Barbie

Too early to be awake, There should be a law against it, I need my beauty sleep, My skin will blemish with fatigue, Beastly dark patches Making a home under my eyes, No amount of clown makeup will Erase these disfigurements. The seats already owned by an Assigned soul, Now I must sit next to Benny the Boring Instead of my beloved Ken, Who do these people think they are, Forcing seats on us to sit No regard for our feelings, I wanted to talk to Ken about the ball, But Missy is sitting next to him, Digging her claws in. If that wasn’t enough My phone was taken away, And turned off, Now I cannot text Miranda, What were these people thinking, My phone is my life, What if someone texts me About a sale at the mall? The papers they distribute Give me confusion, What are the bubbles for, Do I make pictures with them, Maybe I can write notes And pass it to Ken, Though the bothersome person in the front Keeps ordering us to answer questions, But when I look at the books she threw out to us I had no idea what it was asking, Maybe it is in Gibberish. Who could understand The meaning of these idioms, They are so hard, My brain is frying, With only five minutes to go I swiftly filled in any bubble I saw, Of course I made sure all My bubbles were properly inside the bubble lines, Without any mistakes. Finally over, Why do “tests” need to be given out, They aren’t presents, Nobody wants them, These administrative people apparently, Have bad taste in gifts, No matter it’s finally done, Although the one problem is still alluding me. What in the world do I put down As an answer for Name?