Tulane Essay Rev2
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- On that day, the streets were grim and deserted, which was appropriate.
- As we approached the Testing center, my legs shook so badly I could hardly walk.
- Finally, we entered the classroom where the Test would be administered. This was it. The test that would ensure my future.
- My one comfort was that my best friend Laney had been assigned to the same Testing room as I.
- The tension in the room was palpable as we all waited for the proctor.
- "Are you nervous?" Laney whispered to me, as if she could know how it felt. She had been ready for this Test since she was two and could say "assiduous".
- "Only a little," I responded, as if this Test, the one that determined whether I lived or died, was no big deal.
- To our left was the door to the Cleansing room, a room I desperately hoped I'd never see.
- The room got its name from the harsh but necessary practice of putting to sleep those who were too unintelligent to prosper in society.
- To our right was the door to freedom, the door leading to a life with no Test looming over my head, no constant fear of death.
- I gave a longing stare in the direction of that door before the door to the classroom gave an ominous thud and the Test was underway…...
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