A Short Story : The Story Of The Story?

     Gardner’s statement says that the test can predict how one can handle certain situations. Is sitting down with a professor of some sort for an hour answering questions

Also while taking the assessment, for some of the questions the writer was forced to choose yes or no when he believed the answer was neither, and there were no in-between options to choose from. So the writer agrees with Robbins & Judge (2011) that the problem with these assessment tests is that they force a

“Does anyone have any questions before we begin? Alright then, tests are now out, no talking. And when you finish read, no ebooks, and absolutely no phones out during or after the exam. You may begin.”

“Oh, Dave ?” she said with a laugh. “He’s a little sensitive and very cautious. Maybe a little too cautious.” We both laughed. She told me she would be back soon and to do the test while she was gone. It was harder than I expected it would be. There were a ton of random questions that didn’t make since to be in there, since it was a math test. There were questions like “Why do you think you're taking this test?” and “On a scale of one to ten, how hard was this test?” but the one that stood out to me the most was one that said. “How does this test make you think differently about how other people take tests?” That one made me think about Jara. How she was always getting terrible test scores. Maybe this was what math tests were always like to her.

Test? What test? thought Patrick. Oh, yeah. The test we took last week. Oh, fuck. That test...shit, I've probably failed it.

Back outside I felt lonely, and I was ashamed of the test score I got. I heard the wooden door creaked open and Mr. Smith called, “ are you ready.”

“You’re serious? A simple psychological exam? Do ya know how many tests we’ve been through in the last 48 hours?” Amanda objected, hands on her hips with a ‘test me, bitch’ look on her face.

“Please, Bruce, you need to speak to me. I'm worried.” Dick was more contained as he blurted out the sentence, but still shook with fear.

I don’t want that to happen, especially to you. You were a straight A student, and now one test messed that up,” she slides the test over to Sophia, showing her the grade she got. She got a C on it; better than she thought, but the worst she has ever done on a test. Mrs. Smith could see how Sophia was disappointed in herself. She decided that there was a way Sophia could continue her straight A record. “Sophia, you were only two points away from a B, so there could be a way you bring this up to an A.”

“But! Wait, what do you mean?” Shelly didn’t want to tiptoe around it. She shut the door behind her so that she could talk. “If you’re going to strip him down, then why can’t I watch?”

James drags his wounded leg. Trenton stands, James fires, misses. The humanoid returns fire. Blasts James' chest.

I’m sitting here in this dusty old room with nothing to do but wait. The past hour has gone by in a blur. One minute I was at the store, the next I ended up here.

Out of breath, her knuckles were bloodied and her throat was hoarse. Pain radiated through her shoulder and toes from the multiple times she slammed and kicked against the bolted entrance.

“Sarah do you have any homework?” my dad asked as I tried to avoid that question.

Early in the morning, a little boy was playing in the sand. In the market, a little girl was running around, slipping through people and pick pocketing them. They were both around the age of 9. The girl was wearing a dirty white dress that went down to her ankles with no shoes on; her hair was long and was a golden color like the sun. She sneaked out before anyone realized they were being robbed and ran towards the beach. He did not see the girl who was coming up behind with a wooden sword in her tiny hand.