Dear diary. Monday 9th May 2016.
Today was the BEST day ever ? Or so I thought…As I woke up the sun was creeping the curtains. On the way to school I was thinking about SATS : about if it was going to be hard or easy. Once at school, I got more and more scared because I knew that it was going to be a reading test(I knew I was terrible at reading).
As soon as I sat down, I started to feel perturbed because I didn’t know what questions I would get and if they would be easy or hard. Quivering,fretting,shaking I turned the page ,to see six questions beckoning me,over and over again. Turning the page once more, I answered the next question . With each word I wrote I felt more and more under pressure. When would this impossible test end? In a blink of an eye , miss Milne suddenly said “close your bucklets times up!” In less than a second I had closed mine and let out a sigh of relief.
After a short while, it was the afternoon. I was ecstatic because woo-hoo the hardest test was done. I was so glad that, that the reading test was over and done with. Another good thing is there are no more reading tests to do in SATS because there’s only one. Phew for that.
“wow” what a long day it has been. And here I am sat on my bed scribbling away at my diary writing everything that happened today. Even now the word SATS still haunts me. Even though my test is over, it still frightens me because I don’t know my score. Tomorrow miss spag and I’m prepared for that more than ever.” So bring … It … On spag!”