<p>I would know they screwed up.</p>
<p>I’d retake it a few more times for giggles</p>
<p>I’d smile, close the window, log off, and head to the kitchen for a celebratory snack. :P</p>
<p>I’d be happy. No more, no less.</p>
<p>It’s but one part of my college application, and besides, I already have a 2360; so all of 40 points, though nice, isn’t something I necessarily need.</p>
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<p>Yes .</p>
<p>I’d do what I always do - fake indifference.
Or attempt to, anyway.</p>
<p>idk.</p>
<p>my parents would probably buy me a cake, just like they did with my older brother when he got a perfect score.</p>
<p>I probably would have done what I did when I got my final SAT sores, run around the house, screaming at my parents (for once in my life, I did not stay up until 5 in the morning to get my scores that day), then get ready for graduation, since I was chosen to help escort the senior class. I would not have texted my sister “should I retake?” at lunch; I would have just texted her my score. Maybe, Me: “Do you like apples?” Her: “Yes.” Me: “Well, I got a 2400 on the SAT, how you like them apples?” (This is my plan for if/when I get into Harvard.) I would have still told my friend my score at her party a few days later.</p>
<p>I would probably be more embarrassed about stating my SAT score when asked. Maybe not. My mother likely would have bragged even more, called the superintendent even earlier, been half a decibel louder when informing my counselor, etc.</p>
<p>I’d definately play it nonchalantly, lean back in my chair and mutter the word “classic.”</p>
<p>I’d probably pee my pants. And then be sure the college board made a mistake. And then I’d scream.</p>
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Oh dang big man on campus, 2360.</p>
<p>My lungs would probably explode. Woooo, it would be awesome.</p>
<p>No way is it ever happening -.-</p>
<p>…And <em>why</em> would I have gotten a 2400? I can’t do CR to save my life. Also, I’m DONE with the SATs. WOOT!! No more* money to CB!!</p>
<p>*except for those @%#$ AP exams, which I should probably start studying for </p>
<p>This gave me a horrible memory of the ACT. I was staying up until midnight to get my scores (like most CCers), I apparently fell asleep. But I immediately fell into a dream about waiting for my results. I logged on to act.org, and saw that I got a 36. I was freaking out, texting people, updating facebook. It was amazing. </p>
<p>But then my alarm went off the next morning. Perplexed, I looked at my laptop that was fast asleep. I sensed that the whole thing was a dream, so I logged on and saw a 30 :(. I was ok with a 30, but the thought of having a 36 made it kind of suck.</p>
<p>i would smile , shrug/ affix a 2400 sticker to my shirt and get on with my life
its not that exciting.</p>
<p>@ Jamesford, dont do it for the giggles, do it for the lulz</p>
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<p>Gotta catch 'em all.</p>
<p>lol I would change my favorite number from 8 to 2400. Forever. Then I would tell my mom so that she would get me a new phone.</p>
<p>Oh, and probably defy gravity just jumping up with elation. :D</p>
<p>I would make a video similar to the training video for The Karate Kid. It would have me studying, exercising, stretching, and taking a test. Of course, it will have the song “You’re the Best”.</p>