Metaphors: The Scantron

by Sarah Luna

I got my first taste of academic rigor in my sophomore year of high school in AP Biology. In order to prepare for the AP exam in May, we had to cover nearly forty chapters of material. We had our first test on the first day of school and tests every three days after that. These tests were rigorous, too. We would walk in the classroom, scribble a two page essay and then answer 50 multiple choice questions. The following day, our grades were posted on the wall. No one ever got a perfect score.

What I remember most about those exams is filling out the scantron with answers to the multiple choice tests. I would study hours for these tests, but every time there would be a question that stumped me. Once I had filled in all the bubbles, I would go back and check my answers. Twice. Three times. Poring over the pencil marks, I knew that I didn’t know everything, yet I had to fill in each bubble. Agonizing over my filled scantron, I realized that I was looking at incorrect answers. Somewhere—disguised among the legitimate answers—I had filled in something incorrect. Somewhere, I was wrong. Even though I had studied and answered each question to the best of my ability, something that I truly believed was correct

was wrong.

This is how I feel now about finding a church.