Test taking!

In the magic world:

He shrugged.

“Anyway, I was bored. The test told me I was done after twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?” Quentin was torn between admiration and envy. “Jesus Christ, it took me two hours.”

The punk shrugged again and made a face: What the hell do you want me to say?

Among the test takers, camaraderie warred with mistrust. Some of the kids exchanged names and home towns and cautious observations about the test, though the more they compared notes, the more they realized that none of them had taken the same one. They were from all over the country, except for two who turned out to be from the same Inuit reservation in Saskatchewan. They went around the room telling stories about how they’d gotten here. No two were exactly the same, but there was always a certain family resemblance. Somebody went looking for a lost ball in an alley, or a stray goat in a drainage ditch, or followed an inexplicable extra cable in the high school computer room which led to a server closet that had never been there before. And then green grass and summer heat and somebody to take them up to the exam room.

From this excerpt at NPR of what sounds like an interesting read.

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