Raton-ment of Sins (Transgressed and otherwise)

Hello,
Hey there everyone and it's good to see you to, this week has been progressing for me quite nicely and I hope that same is the case for you, and if it wasn't, quit trying to bring me down. Your always doing that.
Introductions being what they are, and I hope you don't mind the slight insult, it's good to be at a computer blogging. Sometimes, as I have alluded to in other posts, things only seem right when you have html to bow and blow (specifically blow) to your every whim. I create fact and recoil fiction. I claim and I stutter aplenty both with equal weight. I write sins not tragedies. That is something that just doesn't happen in your everyday world. Nay, this blog is a lot like Boca Raton, you can hear claims that Amerigo Vaspuci invented the phonograph and it smells vaguely like death.
But enough pontification (note: there will be nothing but pontification from this point out) let us dive into the real matter and hue of this post. That beast is named, standardized testing. A necessary evil? Yes. The equivalent of a hepatitis infected crude brained substitute math teacher breathing on you? Perhaps. Either way it's not to pleasant and when one runs into it, preparation have to have been made. Therefore, in the pursuit of heeding my own advice I have poured a little into investing in the LSAT and we'll see how it goes. Hopefully, in subsequent blogs I can share the victory story of my conquering, but more likely I'll be begging for anyone out there on the wire to give me a job. Either way I'll be losing some dignity (implied there is EVERY lawyer joke you've ever heard).
Truthfully though, and beware readers truth can be an ugly thing in a blog dedicated to its opposite, the thing that really terrifies me, as vanilla as this sounds, is that it quantifies me. There, I said it. This test relegates me to number. With that comes several implications. First off, it validates Johnny Rivers (......and given you a number) which is loathsome, but mainly it concretely ties me to a relative value distinguishable from my peers. For instance, I may know (incredibly enough) someone who may out perform me on this test. Ipso facto, it reveals, with a certain degree of certainty, my ranking in the world. Which runs contrary to my life position thus far of rankings based on unintelligible scales of which I define the determinants and have perennially ranked number uno (it's a system based mainly on your store of jelly beans). As you can see, its a quite frightening proposition to switch systems now.
That is not to say though, that I'm absolutely going to law school. Right now, it sounded wise to take the test and so I'm doing it. In no small part because I have interests in doing it, but also because ( and I also have trouble admitting this as well) I really am not that interested at the moment in seein the Dilbert version of myself, no matter what the future paycheck may hold.
Well, now that I feel like I've exposed myself (figuratively, if I did literally you'd KNOW IT) I'd like to close with my actual thoughts on standardized testing.
Premise 1- There is almost no other way to gauge students on equal footing.
Response 1- Okay.
Premise 2- I hate it.
Response 2- I hate it and I wish I had more jellybeans.

Thanks for listening.
Cheers all,
A.J.S.