Yesterday Mrs. Callahan handed us our PSAT scores back. PSAT is like the test to prepare you for the SAT, the actual test you take in high school. Believe it or not, but I was excited. But when Mrs. Callahan handed it back to me, I wasn't excited. It drained out all at once. I looked over my test booklet carefully, as if I didn't want to miss anything. I saw that I did terrible and a lot of my questions were omitted. I raised my hand and asked Mrs. Callahan what omitted meant. "Omitted means left out, honey. So I believe if you omitted a question, you skipped it." Then some girl named Jillian raised her hand and Mrs. Callahan walked over to her. I didn't skip any questions on this test! Mrs. Callahan must be wrong but I don't tell her that because a lot of teachers hate it when students tell them they're wrong. The next thing I found myself doing is having my head down and crying to myself. Seconds later, I feel a hand on my shoulders. "Lina, don't... Are you okay?" It's Mrs. Callahan. I can always recognize her voice. "This is ridiculous!" I say. Mrs. Callahan sits down next to me, putting her hand around me. "Lina, what's ridiculous?" "This PSAT thing! They say they're omitted, most of my questions! I did not skip any!" I said. "Lina, I'm sorry, I'm not sure myself. Can I see your report?"she asked. "Sure, it's no secret." "Thank you. Oh, I see Lina, don't worry, it's okay..." "No! This is not okay Mrs. Callahan!" "Lina, honey, hold on a second for me. Ms. Pantelis says it's the same thing as wrong.Don't be frustrated. This is not an indicator. FSA is." "I hate it, I hate all of it! I suck at that!" "You suck at testing?" "I suck at everything!" "I know you don't. I appreciate you care so much, Lina... I do, too. I'll help you through this. This is tough and a lot to take in, I know. It will be all good soon, honey." I nod. "Just talk to me, Lina. Stay with me... I'm here, Lina. I know you'll do good on FSA and the actual SAT. I know you will. Let me see if I have your FSA records."