SAT
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I should get an Olympic gold medal, since
Every day I hear that we’re all so smart.
Experts at graphs and charts,
Eyes so small,
Dear Lord, I'm higly stressed,
Please help me on this test
Amma do my best and let you handle the rest
Dear Lord, please help me on this test
Because if I don't pass, I'll be a mess
Lord, feel my chest
On the first class meeting of my freshman year,
I was told that when you leave highschool
you are two numbers.
SAT:
GPA:
keep up your grades,
stay out of trouble,
get involved.
Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
—Albert Einstein
4 AM and y SAT prep book lies before me, and by now I have accomplished more than usualThe sound of cars on the highway is the only thing that separates me from silenceand my ongoing thoughts are what separate me from sleep.
What is this world?
A place where a test dictates all
where if you can read fast
you can live at ease
and all your schooling is paid in full
but am I given that luxury
even though
The world today is abandoning values
We are all simply numbers
An amount, a score, a grade
What categories do we fall under?
4.0? You're a great person
3.0? You're like the rest
I am inadequate.
(is that an SAT word?)
adj. lacking the quality or quantity required; insufficient for a purpose
In a world chock full of Merit Scholars, and teenage charity founders, and tech wizards,
Teachers always teaching
to prepare us to be the best
Chalk boards always screeching
to prepare us take the test
Unfortunately we suffer
Real lives become rougher
We are voiceless.
Our feet are turned to iron.
We're lobbed into a torrential river
Of expectations.
Ideals. They say,
“The perfect child is ours.
“No flaws here.
Teachers don’t work hard nowadays
Rather than focus on education
They focus on my grades
I may have passed your damn class
A score.
A mocking, generic, monotonous score
defines us.
Humility, humanity, philanthropy,
do not matter, because only a score
defines us.
Years of hardwork shattered by
Sheltered.I had no choiceIn the high school I attendedI am Catholic;Therefore, to a Catholic Ladies' schoolI shall go.
Sweaty palms and the nervous biting of my nails
let me just start by saying that i hate pop quizzes
Confused looks on my face don't mean i am stupid
Lines before whiteSweat on a pencilFingers in hair
Graphite sweat
The first bold wordsThe first eraser marksInsipiration not there
Graphite sweat
You become involved:
Alacritously enslaved,
Momentarily deranged.
You aim to please:
Naturally gregarious,
Unintentionally capricious.
You realize you have needs:
Much too late,
Grades are good but I mean there is no other choice.
Academics are basically your only voice.
The only way to be heard in such a loud world.
A world where geniuses are born with a GPA higher than yours.
