Sophia, I've had 2 courses of ECT. It's not all it's cracked up to be. I'm glad you've been able to avoid it.

It is very much different now from what my gradpa had in the 40's and othe family members in the 30's though. I'm really glad that the phamacological alternatives that were unavailable to my beloved grandpa and others work for me I know I am lucky!

Also, PC is smart. He beat my 990 from 7th grade (In 1987, so before the "change"). I remember I was SO embarreased to have sone so well that I had to go to Syracuse for an awards ceremony. I wore this really silly turtleneck shaker sweater dress with aa belt with a BOW in tthe fonrt, as was par for the late 80's. Abd I met some really nice people and felt stupid for being embarrassed to have to go along with the REALLY geeky boy who also got an award!

Also, PC is smart. He beat my 990 from 7th grade

Our eventual valedictorian (I was perenially #2) got a 1310. Rat bastard.

Rat bastard.

Yeah, and what's he doing now, huh? Is he hanging out with an international community of hot women and the guys who love them?

What was the scoring change? I graduated high school in '85, so I predate it.

Yeah, and what's he doing now, huh? Is he hanging out with an international community of hot women and the guys who love them?

I don't even know. He went to MIT and did computer stuff, and I think he was going to do some business stuff, but I haven't talked to him in a while. We'll just say he's pumping gas.

My gelato maker and I give Alton the finger.

Oh, I'm sure you can multi-task a gelato maker.

Cryogenics in small batches, for instance.

Also probably handy for freezing your own sperm donations.

The possibilities are endless.

sorry, just caught up on the fisting sling discussion and needed to get something in, if only out of revenge

In seventh grade, I forget the breakdown, but it was something like a 1070 or something.

I love that P-C had the same total as my 7th grade boy. Perhaps there is hope yet.

I didn't take the SAT. 60's blah blah. Wasn't into it. I test well so it probably would have been ok.

We'll just say he's pumping gas.

Or he's jail for hacking. Those MIT people, they're different.

Oooh, Jessica, I got Buffy's score too! But without the perfect-score-getting classmates to make me feel shitty about it. I bare my teeth and hiss warningly at yours. Fsssssss!

Buffy never actually mentioned what the exact breakdown was, did she? I always figured that it was close to mine but maybe with a slightly lower verbal (due to her reliance on slang and non-SAT-approvable neologisms) and slightly higher math (due to all her intensive night courses in life or death problem-solving, including learning to calculate distances, proportions and velocities in milliseconds with deadly accuracy).

But, really,

I firmly blieve the SAT's are a test if how well you test

Sophia is so completely, absurdly right. I spent so many hours of my childhood happily working my way through puzzle books that multiple-choice tests have never seemed like anything but a game. Blue books, essays, a chalkboard covered with unfinished equations without a single hint as to their solutions, all scared the crap out of me. Multiple choice? A game.

Which was actually very much no fun by the time I got to high school, because I'd score 100% on all the district and statewide aptitude tests in math, and every time I did a previously warm and sympathetic math teacher would decide that the test-me was real and the classroom-me must be just engaging in malingering and diva tears and was no longer to be tolerated (God, yes, I cried in math class, frequently; math made me cry anywhere and everywhere, except on multiple-choice aptitude tests).