We interrupt the previously scheduled programming for a word from our sponsors. Today I, the husband, will be taking control of the Starship Camouflage and Cupcakes and will take you on a journey of epic proportions. Our expedition starts last night. We were traveling at light speed towards our location of domiciliary habitation. Rachelle started to feel the symptoms of what I deduced to be the bubonic plague. "Rachelle, you're going to have to stay home from school tomorrow. You can take the PRAXIS another day." I urged her to conserve her energy and rest in order to overcome this debilitating and deadly disease. "I can't." She coughed with indomitable will. That was the end of that debate. I know that my wife would no sooner back down from the awful Sarlacc pit than run from this daunting test. The PRAXIS, for those of you who don't know, is a certification exam required by all states in the Union so that one my teach in any given subject. Rachelle has been working on an English Teaching minor and in order to graduate must take and pass this test. Back to the story: due to the increased level of hostility with the mole men, Rachelle was unable to study the copious amounts of time that she thought requisite for the test. So, ill prepared and fighting the bitter pains of a body ravaging sickness, she walked determined into the testing center...
It was later that day when I received my first communication from her after the test. "I got a 193." She stated, obviously unimpressed or moved by her efforts. Upon further research I found out how mistaken her mood and attitude toward her score was. What my research revealed was this: the PRAXIS for secondary English teaching is out of non-other than 200!!! That's right people, Rachelle got a 193 out of 200! This is amazing. Not only was she truly sick but she hardly studied for this test. She walked away with an awesome score. We were both ecstatic. Here she is with her Grammar Bible, needless to say, she looks happy.