When I took the PSAT's, circa 1971, I got something in the range of a 1000 composite. I upped that to maybe 1050 when I took the SAT's later. Because my mother believed that I could do better, she arranged to have me take the SAT a second time in the summer. She also talked to my friend's mother and convinced her to send him as well. He was pi$$ed when he came to pick me up to go to take the test in early July when our friends were out partying at the beach. I told him that we should just do what we normally did and pretty much put down any answer just to get the test done so we could join our friends. He agreed, but added that we should be in the proper state of mind for the test as well, and had me open the glove compartment. Let's just say that I can't believe that people don't get stoned the first time they smoke dope based on my own experience.
In September of that year, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my dad and brother, having breakfast on a Saturday morning when the mail came. My mother opened the results to the SAT's and handed them to my father who looked at them and frowned. I immediately knew that I was in trouble. Finally, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Now why couldn't you have done this in the first place." I have the paper right in front of me now as I type; 790 Math and 710 Verbal. A new methodology was born!
Once I figured out that you don't have to answer all the questions, just enough of them correctly to get an 800, I was all set. I prepped similarly for all of my achievement tests. 800- Math Level 1, 800-Math Level 2, 800-Chemistry, 800-Physics. Now if I wasn't so blown out that I could remember some of what I actually learned to take those tests, I'd be all set.
Oh yeah. Jeff Hunt is Beavergirl.