Jared’s Blog: Makeup Essay
So all the juniors at my high school got their SAT scores back last month, and everyone is freaking out because they mostly all failed the essay section. I mean, I’m not sure exactly how they score them, but I heard the highest score in the whole school was a six, and that seems kinda low, right? Anyway, the PTA had this big meeting about “preparing our students for the future,” and now all the students at my school have to write a practice SAT essay every week, based on a quote. Except the Comp Sci teacher, Mr. Crane, told the PTA that being comfortable in an online environment was an important job skill and now the practice essay is a “blog post,” and I have to write this on my computer in my room when I would much rather be at the hospital with my family, waiting to see if my brother is going to be okay, and honestly, I don’t see the point.
(Ms. Gruber, when you read this, I just want you to know, it’s not that I didn’t want to do the assignment, it’s just that I have a lot of other things on my mind right now.)
Okay, so here’s the quote I’m supposed to write about: “A little inaccuracy saves a world of explanation,” which was said by C.E. Ayers.
Uh, what is that even supposed to mean? Like, if you just lie a little bit, it’ll save time in the long run because you won’t have to go into a lot of detail? Well, that’s just stupid. That makes it sound like having to go into a lot of detail is some kind of big hassle, but, like, isn’t that the whole point of trying to communicate something, that you spell out what you’re trying to say? I mean, yeah, I guess if C.E. Ayers wants to know how to get to Atlanta, I could just say “Take the highway north,” and then I wouldn’t have to go into the whole part where you need to take the ring road because if you keep going past the airport, you hit all this traffic from road construction and then you end up stuck 75/85 for three hours, while your mom calls you every 20 minutes to see why you’re not at the hospital, and what’s taking so long, and your dad gets pissed at the traffic, and mutters “Judas Priest” under his breath when the Audi cuts us off, which if you knew my dad, that’s about the worst swear he even knows.
So, no, C.E. Ayers, I don’t agree that it’s better just to be a little inaccurate and not go into a lot of explanation. I also don’t think it’s better to pretend that you don’t know what happened when you saw exactly what happened, and you just don’t want to tell the Sheriff because you think people will be mad at you for saying certain people did certain things. And yeah, I can see how that’s hard, because maybe the Sheriff will tell you to shut up, because he thinks certain people were right to do certain things. Hopefully that’s not what he’ll do, but who knows? I guess it all depends on whether the Sheriff’s heard of this C.E. Ayers guy and if he thinks Ayers is full of crap.
Which, for the record, Ayers is full of crap. Sorry, too bad, not everything in life is easy, okay? Sometimes we have to explain stuff we don’t want to explain. Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do. I don’t want to be home writing this essay—sorry, blog post—while my whole family is at the hospital waiting to hear how my brother is. I’m sure my brother doesn’t want to be in the hospital, with his head all kicked in. But nobody asked him how he’d like to spend his week, so here we are. And it sucks.