Tuesday morning I was sitting in our beloved underclassman chairs on the second floor when I noticed my feet were freezing. It turns out that cold air from the library was escaping under the doors. Normally I would just move and get over it, but then I realized that this was the middle of October, and not a particularly hot day.

I, along with fellow sophomores, experienced my first PSAT this morning at the highly air-conditioned Park Inn.

It was nothing like I had expected.

Seeing that the last standarized test I took was the SSAT, I've kind of forgotten what it's like. But, even if I had remembered the SSAT, it wouldn't have helped much.