I found out that I actually did not
need the SAT's to go to EMCC, and that they would have no purpose to
me at this point, but I took them anyways. After some difficulty in
getting it in Bangor as opposed to New Hampshire, I went to take
them.
I attempted to do the test in the
uncomfortable one piece table and chair, and was surprised at how
quickly I could get through it. I would have fifteen minutes left at
least after completing each section and going back over it. I
occupied myself during this time in collecting myself for the next
section, and in observing the rest of the room. Something that I was
interested in was that I kept hearing a humming noise. It was
exceedingly loud, and I was surprised that no one else had noticed
it. I had looked, but been unable to recognize the cause of the
disturbance, and I assumed it must be the grate that was above the
clock.
I finished the last section, and I
determined to see if it was the grate. I watched it, as the noise was
quite raucous at the time, and I could not see any reason the grate
would be this noisy. Then I looked down, and realized that it was the
clock. The second hand had gotten stuck on the minute hand, and was
straining to continue past the slower moving restrictor. I looked
around the room, and was shocked that everyone, including the
moderator, was seemingly ignorant as to the drama unfolding above
their heads. I was getting seriously concerned that the clock would
break, when the second hand sprung free, and shot around the clock
leaping at five second intervals, as if making up for lost time. It
went around the clock in probably about ten seconds, and reached the
minute hand again, latching on. The straining motor sound was
probably as loud as a bus driving by our house, yet no one noticed
it. The second hand broke away, and streaked back around, this time
not hooking onto the minute hand, and eventually slowed down to its
customary second or two per second.
At the end of the section, the
moderator stood up, and waited for the second hand on the analog
clock to reach exactly the minute mark, then said "Pencils
down."
One of my teachers at EMCC told me that
if someone had complained all of our scores could have been thrown
out. I ended up with good scores, and because of them the college
allowed me to take Mr. Goldfine's English class. So if I had not
taken the SAT's, then I would not be writing this blog. And I have
never seen another clock like that again, fortunately.
I've gone back and reread the original--I like the focus here, but you've lost the 'ridiculously over-regulated' part in this version and you need it: what makes the clock thing so ludicrous is that the proctor is worrying about the position of your pencil in space but failing to note the slipperiness of time.
ReplyDeleteThe Macguffin was traditionally a ticking bomb--well, you have the bomb (clock) but the 'ticking' in this case would be the contrast between the proctor's fussiness and the reality that only you seemed aware of.
Does that make sense to you?
Yes it does, I was trying to center the clock more, and I did notice that I was losing the over regulated part. I will try to get that back in.
ReplyDeleteWorth mentioning: schoolhouse clocks were often called regulators back in the day. We have my wife's grandmother's clock from her school teaching days--it's a Regulator B.
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