When you go into the Testing Center they stick you at the end of a Very Long Line. You stand there for a while, shifting your weight and glancing at your watch every five seconds or so (or if you're like me, darting looks around the room trying to find the clock you know isn't there. After all, part of the fun of torture in a testing center is not having visible clocks).Then, once you've reached the end of the Very Long Line™, you step up to a desk and prove you are who you are (because we all know we want to take someone elses test for them) and scroll your X in a book.

I decided that this entire process of taking a test in the Center is much like entering into hell. You wait in a Very Long Line™ and once you've reached the end of said line, you sign your soul away. Then, you get the privilege of taking a test. That's what hell is going to be, one long, pointless test after another.

Probably ones where you're supposed to use semicolons correctly.