tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24798753.post-78078742464548396942007-02-21T18:19:00.000-06:002007-02-20T20:23:09.679-06:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BNN_8HKMhIc/RdueUo04Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7cQNzgO4bHs/s1600-h/4th.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BNN_8HKMhIc/RdueUo04Q7I/AAAAAAAAAJI/7cQNzgO4bHs/s400/4th.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033791085910442930" border="0" /></a><br />"Mom, did they have the SAT test when you were in School? "<br /><br />"Well yes they did my darling... SON."<br /><br />" Did you have to take an SAT prep course ?"<br /><br />"No I didnt have that opportunity ....SWEETIE ."<br /><br />"What did you do to get ready for the test ?"<br /><br />"Well.... I got a good nights rest, ate breakfast and my mom drove me to the test. Just before I got out of the car, my Mom reminded me to RDQ."<br /><br />"RDQ... what's that ?"<br /><br />"Read the Damn Question".<br /><br />"Oh"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Why did life seem so simple back in the dark ages when I was in High School ?</span>dianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09476112300873891668noreply@blogger.com