Brett was asked to take an ACT so the school can measure where his ceiling is.
I woke my 6th grader from a slumber early on a Saturday morning.
I read the front of the page several times to make sure I had the time, date and location correct.
And off we went!
We were getting out of the car and Brett was reading the back of the page that lists everything he needs.
Seriously he is the smart one not me.
Of course he needs pencils, a calculator and a snack!!!
He is already a little nervous walking into the High School.
I tell him it will be okay.
We walk by the endless line of sleepy high schoolers and find a nice lady and tell her our predicament.
She tracked down some pencils and a calculator for the poor boy and off he went.
Bryan brought up a snack for Brett.
Brett says the math was kinda of hard but the rest easy.
We shall see!
I told him it doesn't matter one bit what his score is.
Actually I don't think I will share his test score with him.
I love my Smarty Pants!
