Pumpkin Test ✍🏼

Date: 10/30/2016

It was part of the SAT's essay section. the prompt was to write about how language can influence change. There wasn't any text given, so everything was from my own thoughts. I was struggling so much because I didn't know how to go about the essay. How could the people who grade this test understand what I was explaining? Everyone around me seemed to be doing so well, and I was the only one panicking. I wasn't sure how to start. I ended up writing about honey. Honey. Where was that even a part of it. Then, out of no where I got inspiration for using rhetoric in daily life as persuasion. How Martin Luther King Jr's I have a dream speech involved strong and powerful language. As well as having a common repeated statement. "I have a dream. I have a dream that all men are created equal." After I write one or two sentences, the principle of my school rushes into the class to stop the test. Luckily it wasn't stopped because it was over, but for some idiotic reason. The reason: they closed the road in front of the school because there was a horrible accident. It wasn't car on car. This is where it gets good! The accident was something to do with an "invasion of pumpkins." What does that even mean?! Someone crashed into a humongous pumpkin and died. Then, because the pumpkin in the accident was head pumpkin, the pumpkin patch began to come alive. All the pumpkins were angry that their leader was squashed. After all of that, the principal then told us not to worry about it and just keep writing. How could I write after been given that incredibly strange news??! Well, everyone else easily went back to writing. I realized my MLK essay was trash, and crossed out my hard work of 3 sentences. There was around 20 minutes to the end of the test. Possible to write an entire essay, yes. But when I was so jumbled in my head I couldn't. I left. I went out of the classroom and the principle was there. She said: "what are you doing out of the testing room?!" I couldn't respond. Everything was too much. I just shut down. I fell to the ground and then lost consciousness. Meanwhile the principle is sitting by a window thinking I'm being overly dramatic. End. End Notes: This dream makes sense because, I hadn't told my mom about this party that was going to be in the South Bronx. I hadn't told her about how my friend Beatrice was going to sleep over. Not only did my parents not like the kid who threw the party, but they became upset that I hadn't told them until last minute. I left everything to last minute because I was so overwhelmed with everything that I just shut down. The pumpkin thing was because tomorrow's Halloween. I see them everywhere, as well as this game called "bud farmer". I hadn't played the game in so long, but right before I went to sleep I did. About the party, people's snapchat stories were showing people having a blast. I wasn't too upset about missing it; but since I couldn't be there to give Beatrice a place to sleep, she would've had to go all the way back to Brooklyn in the middle of the night. So she couldn't go. She texted me that night so upset because she couldn't go. I couldn't go because my grandpa has been really sick. My mom needed all the support she could get. So I didn't mind missing this party. Plus the kid throwing the party was on and off my nerves constantly.