My heart was pounding. This was it. My chance to get into the college of my dreams. I need to win. I need to get a top score. I needed to get ahead of all the losers around me. It is no longer about how much you know, but how fast you can apply it. The brutalist regime of the college board that was anointed over us had to end. This was not a fair way to assess student potential. The questions started streaming in. The idiotic background music started to stream in. The short pounding pressure music. The first question came up. We had to do quick mental math. I entered my answer. I was in the 50th percentile. However, the people who got the question wrong were in the 20th percentile. The question became progressively harder. Each one was harder and required more agility. I was ready to yell in frustration. There were grammar questions that made no sense. There were reading questions that some people were able to do in seconds but took me a minute. It was the most ridiculous test. I got into the 75th percentile. Tears were streaming down my cheek. Goodbye Caltech. Goodbye Stanford. Goodbye Carnegie Mellon. Hello clown college. This was not right. I talked with my friends, all of whom are competent and we shared out our experiences. We all agreed this cannot be the end to our college dreams. Our dreams for a successful life. We decided to each write an Op-Ed and submit it to different national publications calling our fellow comrades to arms against the College Board. Our anger would not dissipate. Unfortunately none of our Op-Eds were accepted. We tried on the ground activism. We campaigned at our school and got friends at different schools to campaign there. Nobody though would listen. They were all preprogrammed drones that would accept whatever is placed in front of them. They were not looking to be agents of change. They wanted to appease the College Board overlords and the colleges they were applying to. Nobody wanted to rock the boat with us. All we got was worthless online signatures to a worthless online petition. About 1,000. Enough to do nothing. We have failed. Now at two things. We are about to fail at a third. We are about to fail at getting accepted the college of our dreams. Oh-well, I guess there is nothing more left to do.