Friday, February 22, 2013

Multiple

The Prometric Testing Center.

It's where boys become men.

It's where you're one step away from having to give a blood sample to be admitted.

How many layers of security/authentication do they really need?

Apparently:
1. Notice to schedule
2. Driver's license
3. Fingerprints
4. Signature
5. Metal detector
6. Emptying of pockets and everything in a locker
7. And a picture of my big ol' face.

Seriously- she stuck the camera about 4 inches from my face, so when I got to my testing computer, this is what I see:
















This picture makes the one I actually took look pretty good.

Overall, I feel not bad about the whole thing.

The first part was pretty easy, and the next part was pretty hard (which is a good thing because this is a computer-adaptive test, so I probably did really good on the first part). The next part was kind of hard, and then the fourth part was stinking freaking stupid hard.

This test didn't make me want to cry, but it didn't make me want to burst into song either. I felt way more nervous about tests in graduate school last summer than I did about this one, and I'm thinking the stuff that was really hard in my test was hard in everybody else's. Maybe the curve gods be merciful.

 But after I take one of these things, I'm going to start adding letters to my name because when I get it all done, that's what it's going to be.

Allie J, C*,
TWS

*maybe

3 comments:

  1. When will you know the results?

    OH - and can I facetime you from your new phone ... which btw, I need ur digits.

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  2. I have every confidence in your C abilities. And you know, having to change your name on your license. :)

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  3. My C abilities are so Cool. I Can really C myself earning more letters in the future. I'll have to C what I Can do.

    I may know at the end of March whether or not I get to keep that C, though. I will be so sad if I have to reduce the letters behind my name like they reduced paper in the Paper Reduction Act of 1980.

    True story.

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