Today's the big day. Today will make or break me same with Gabriel, Emilie and every other —
Asian person, at least the ones taking the MCAT, which is probably all the Asians in Irvine. Today is D-Day for Asians.
I arrive at the MCAT testing center about an hour early, so that I can get ready without any complications, since my life is fraught with complications. This place looks just like a prison facility, with plain white walls and welded wire mesh panels covering the windows. I bet this place is just as secure, as two guards walk from room to room what I wouldn't give to—
see the look on Gabriel's face when he gets here; I'm sure that he'll be reminiscing about the wonderful week that he spent in jail.
What most people don't know is that taking the MCAT is a day-long marathon. The —entire exam is nearly six grueling hours and you thought the SAT was bad! I'll explain the MCAT exam to you succinctly, which I'm sure will still bore you to the point of mental anguish and suffering, but too bad because I've also suffered, being Asian my entire life. The MCAT is comprised of a total of four sections, in the respective testing order: physical sciences, verbal reasoning, writing sample, and biological sciences. The physical sciences section concentrates on physics and physics-related chemistry. The verbal reasoning section concentrates on reading comprehension but with a focus on social sciences, humanities, and
— natural sciences oh joy! Next is the writing sample, which presents two essay topics for writing. Last and definitely not least, is the biological sciences section, which concentrates on basic biology and biochemistry, the most important part of the entire exam. I can't think of anything better to do with my six hours than to take the MCAT I love sarcasm.—
Also, just to let you know, a perfect score on the MCAT is 45 with T, 15 for each section and T for the writing sample, using a grading scale of J T, with J being the lowest and T–
being the highest. I have to get at least a 30 with P to be considered by most medical schools.
Aside from that one day at Barnes and Noble with Gabriel, I've been studying my ass off, locking myself in my room and avoiding all the regular distractions like television, radio, even my mobile phone. I called Emilie only once this entire week, since she's also studying her ass off. I just now realize that Asians have a compulsive fixation with asses: spanking asses and studying their asses off. Maybe I should make a theorem about this.
I walk into the testing room and sit at the computer assigned to me. I'm allowed a pencil with scratch paper. I've never been to jail but this really feels like it no talking, no—
friends and locked inside a room (on the bright side, at least no parents, too.) Many experts suggest taking exams in a healthy test-taking environment that is conducive for maximum score efficiency and results. I don't think they consider jail a really good environment.
It's almost time to take the MCAT. My heart is pounding from nervousness and anxiety, my hands shaking and legs gyrating. I have to suffer through this because those bastards wouldn't let me bring in my stress ball! I keep telling myself that everything is okay, that everything will be fine, that I'll ace this exam just like the others. I even remember to recite the mantras of good test-taking: utilize time management, pace yourself, maintain a good attitude and keep a sharp mental awareness. I am a MCAT machine, ready to go! But I would much rather be a MCAT machine with the answers, ready to go!
To my left, I see a very attractive Asian girl, probably Vietnamese and I could be——wrong since we all look alike sitting at her computer, ready to take the test as well. She is wearing a very seductive outfit: a sexy black strapless top, tight hip-hugging black miniskirt, —and black stiletto high heels whoa! It's bad enough that I'm nervous, but now I have this new distraction that I definitely don't need. I find it rather inept that a girl would get all dressed up —just to take the MCAT not that I'm complaining of course.
Someone once asked me why Asian girls get all dressed up to go to class and I told him that it's actually quite normal. The main reason, obviously, is to get attention, hopefully attracting a male with a strong moral character and benevolent disposition yeah right! They— are hoping to land a rich guy to pay for all their stupid crap. The other reason Asian girls dress up, which most people don't know, is that most of them live a sheltered, austere life. Asian parents, particularly the father, are very strict and oppressively dictate what they do, what they
— wear, where they go big surprise. So they get dressed up to go to class because they can't get dressed up to go anywhere else. Of course, this isn't the case with every Asian girl but there are a hell of a lot that get dressed up just to go to class at UCI not that I'm complaining—
of course.
The instructor comes into the room and notifies us that we are about to begin the
MCAT. He reads aloud each of the instructions, as if he's a flight attendant heralding the usual pre-flight safety speech. My hands are still shaking and my legs are still gyrating, but I think I'll be fine once I start taking the exam. After all, what do I have to lose? everything, of course.—
The instructor announces that we are to start now. I click my mouse to see my first question:“
What is the relative ...”I'm so screwed.