Last week, i just had my Ateneo College Entrance Test or aka "the unfinishable entrance exam" as i noticed( because of the short time particularly at the aptitude tests) but i found the ACET more memorable than the UPCAT in a lighter way, with those kwelas, kagagugan and kabalastigan happening inside me, poof, it became oh so memorable.
The essay part- after answering the English part(it was kinda easy coz they were mostly those questions sir Manto used to ask us in quizzes and exams- yeah i owed a great deal with him even if he's kinda strict), we were given out a question to answer in essay form. Unfortunately most of us had only 15 minutes to do the essay befores up for the English. Actually, my essay was missing a good conclusion, i was still in the middle of giving out a good arguement and example- Im not talking about Tokio Hotel here. ;)
The math part- Earlier that morning, i overheard some parents who were talking about the ACET. Some of their children's friends took the ACET on Manila yesterday and they told that the math part was really hard. I admit the math part was hard, that is the problem solving part(which is the Numerical Ability on the aptitude test part later on). But the math on the red test paper was fairly easy. Like on the english with sir Manto, the math one was kinda like what sir Ian mostly asks us about(except for the trigonometry part). When i was answering the f of x and synthetic division part, I imagined sir Ian beside me playing with a psp and telling me "Ay lugeh ka ngayon". That made me mutter out "Lugeh ka ngayon..."
General Information- My favorite part in the aptitude test since most questions were based from history and im such a history buff. There were also those science questions but at least those mole fractions, avogadro's law, gay lussac's law and chemistry computations were gone but in the numerical ability there were those compuations for Physics.
Reading Comphrehension- This was the explitly, kinda lustful one. There was a reading there about dreams and what dreams really serves as for people. I read there that dreams were like the thoughts hidden in our minds that we completly deny which only submerge when we're asleep. So my first thought about it went to Bill Kaulitz, whom i dreamed a few times "doing it" with him. Gasp, that means i want some pornographic moment with Bill?!!... i thought. Of all things that i can recall during the ACET like Sisa, Basilio, Yael Yuzon, sir Manny, Crispin, Hermione Granger, why should it be my very deep, intimate moment with Bill that never really happened?
Like if Bill was really there beside me at that very moment and he can read minds like his idol Edward Cullen, he would've slapped me multiple times and cursed me in German that i'll not pass the ACET.
So my tips for those who'll be taking the ACET next year, study well in PROBLEM SOLVING, STATISTICS and TRIGONOMETRY, HISTORY, GRAMMAR AND READING COMPREHENSION, buy a watch to keep track of time, learn how to write an essay fastly in just 15 minutes with complete introduction, arguement, examples and conclusion, and listen to your teachers. And when ACET day comes, you'll discover that the ACET is more than an entrance exam. It may be one unfinishable exam but you'll discover that you're in for a wonderful kind of adventure whether you'll pass or not.
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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Shenanigans at the ACET
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Saturday, July 11, 2009
Ah, dreary school misery
Okay, everything went haywire since thursday morning, when i woke up with a very sore throat that i could barely speak. I was planning to go to school as usual(and to debate on sir Manto's class) so i won't miss out with all my lessons but my dad told me don't go to school for today and go see my doctor instead. So i took off my uniform and put on clothes i usually wear at home. My throat was so bad from morning until afternoon, when i took some strepsils to relieve some pain and i could talk for a bit. For the whole day, all i did was to read books, watch TV, review some math braintrain reviewers, surf the internet and sleep. Later that night, we went to see my doctor in his house because he isn't in the hospital this morning unlike we expect. He gave me a recommendation and a medical certificate to show to my teachers.
Then friday came and i went to school. The moment my classmates saw me, Rizelle, Gt and Phoebe told me that im dead when i go to sir Manto's class since he was so angry with me yesterday. I raised my medical certificate and told them i was sick yesterday(since my voice still feels faw and hard phlegmy-even now). After the CBA, i first went to Sir Jojo and asked for an admission slip just in case Sir Manto will not let me inside his class.
I went inside the classroom and Sir Manto asked me sternly why i am absent yesterday, i gave him my medical certificate and admission slip and told him i had a sore throat that i could barely talk(so how can i debate in that state?). For the whole English period, Sir Manto is angry with us like he had PMS. He told us that his exam next week will consist only of phrases and clauses from last year, so we better review our notes. After telling us the coverage of the whole exams, he left 15 early.
Then 15 minutes later, THE came, reccess and then Filipino. Those periods were kinda okay and nothing bad happen. But then math time came and we had a major quiz!! The last part was so hard that i could almost bang my head against the wall in order to have any ideas on how to solve them. After checking them, i got so unfortunate with the test that i only scored 12/33(lowiq). I was doing well on maths some days ago, why would i drop myself like that mercilessly? i asked myself.
Maybe it was because i was still recovering from sickness(thus kinda brain dead). Some days ago, i was doing good on Trigonometry but a while ago when we had our review classes with sir Ian, it took me a long time to solve one item. o.0
Well, i just hope that i'll be able to do well in school by tuesday so i can pass all my first monthly tests. I should better start studying now or it'll never happen. x_x
Then friday came and i went to school. The moment my classmates saw me, Rizelle, Gt and Phoebe told me that im dead when i go to sir Manto's class since he was so angry with me yesterday. I raised my medical certificate and told them i was sick yesterday(since my voice still feels faw and hard phlegmy-even now). After the CBA, i first went to Sir Jojo and asked for an admission slip just in case Sir Manto will not let me inside his class.
I went inside the classroom and Sir Manto asked me sternly why i am absent yesterday, i gave him my medical certificate and admission slip and told him i had a sore throat that i could barely talk(so how can i debate in that state?). For the whole English period, Sir Manto is angry with us like he had PMS. He told us that his exam next week will consist only of phrases and clauses from last year, so we better review our notes. After telling us the coverage of the whole exams, he left 15 early.
Then 15 minutes later, THE came, reccess and then Filipino. Those periods were kinda okay and nothing bad happen. But then math time came and we had a major quiz!! The last part was so hard that i could almost bang my head against the wall in order to have any ideas on how to solve them. After checking them, i got so unfortunate with the test that i only scored 12/33(lowiq). I was doing well on maths some days ago, why would i drop myself like that mercilessly? i asked myself.
Maybe it was because i was still recovering from sickness(thus kinda brain dead). Some days ago, i was doing good on Trigonometry but a while ago when we had our review classes with sir Ian, it took me a long time to solve one item. o.0
Well, i just hope that i'll be able to do well in school by tuesday so i can pass all my first monthly tests. I should better start studying now or it'll never happen. x_x
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