This story took place last year in a history class that I had. At one point during the semester, our professor decided to conduct a little experiment. He wanted to see how college level American students would do taking the immigration test. He felt it was important for kids to understand American history and wanted to see if we were educated enough to pass.
Our teacher than had us all take out a piece of paper to write our answers on, while he read off the questions. As we took out our paper a student commented "You are going to hate me after this". After hearing that I thought to myself "He may hate you, but he'll want to kill me".
So the test began and the teacher started giving us the questions. I found a few of the questions easy, such as "Who is the current president?" But most of them turned out to be pretty difficult for me. When it was over, the teacher read off the answer while we checked off if we were right or wrong.
At the end, the majority of the class had failed the test. While I'm sure a few must have passed, I can't remember them. As for me, I didn't just fail, I bombed the test. My score was lower than the kid who claimed the professor was going to hate him. As far as I know, I had the lowest score in the class. But since the score didn't effect my grade, I could care less. In fact, I found the whole thing to be absolutely hysterical.
"If I ever went outside the country and lost my ID, there would be no hope for me" I thought to myself. I would end up handing the officer my test and without hearing my results ask "So what boat am I on?" The only way I would be able to get back into American would be if I became an illegal immigrant. I started cracking up after class at the thought.
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