Some people commented on my Tossing Duke blog to ask me what happened AFTER I threw away my chance to take an SAT at 12. Well, to answer your question, not much, for a while.
So, after I tossed the SAT packet in the dumpster down the gravel alley from my duplex. I walked back to my duplex, most likely breaking a sweat from just that half a block walk. I wasn’t very athletic; I’m still not athletic. Plus, and this is the most profound thing you will hear all day, it is HOT in South Florida. At that age, 12, I was very self-conscious and I didn’t wear shorts often. I hid under jeans and baggy t-shirts. I had long bushy hair, overly lined eyes, and a TON of acne covering foundation on my face. All of these things are sweat creators when it is 85 and humid.
After I got back to the apartment, I probably turned on MTV. We had just gotten cable the year before, and I was addicted to MTV. I watched it every day after school. Back in 1983, MTV had actual music videos on ALL THE TIME. There were no “reality” shows with overly dramatic private camera sessions. There were videos, great videos starring a variety of hair metal and British pop bands. It was a good time to be a couch potato, or a love seat potato as I was. We couldn’t fit a couch in our living room.
I probably cut myself a couple of slices of government cheese while I was watching MTV. For those of you who are on the young side, or who grew up in a higher income bracket, here is the Wiki link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Government_cheese.
Basically, when I was a kid, we qualified to receive a free, huge block of American cheese. I loved the stuff. Of course, I didn’t tell anyone about it because it was embarrassing to even have it in our refrigerator. I sure did eat it though.
I remember my mom asking me if the SAT stuff had come in the mail a few times, and I just lied. I told her it never arrived. Finally, she stopped asking. See, this is before the Internet existed. She couldn’t just hop online and sign on to our “account” on the SAT site. I suppose she could have called someone, but then she probably would have had to go to the library to look up the phone number as there was no yellowpages.com then. There was nothing.com.
Six years later, I ended up going to college, in spite of my poor decision. I went to FSU, and then FIU, and then FAU. I like to say I did “all of the FU’s.” I ended up with a Master’s in English. That’s not too bad for a government cheese-eating chubby girl. I finally told my mom what I did about 10 years later. She was shocked, and she got tears in her eyes. It wasn’t until that moment that I realized what I had done.