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I used to hate tests. Then my teacher said to just treat them as a game.
Now I hate games, too.

We had a test yesterday that was so tough,
the school nurse had to be present before we could begin.

There’s only one thing I hate more than taking tests in school.
And that’s the grade I get after taking tests in school.

FRED: Mom, I don’t want to go to school today.
MOM: Why? Have you got a stomachache?
FRED: No.
MOM: Have you got a sore throat?
FRED: No.
MOM: Have you got a headache?
FRED: No.
MOM: What have you got?
FRED: A test in History.

My Dad always says “What you don’t know won’t hurt you.”
It sure hurt me in the math test I took last week.

TEACHER: Name two cities in Kentucky.
FRED: Okay, I’ll name one Fred, and the other Harry.

I got a minus 30 on one exam. I not only got the wrong answers,
but I misspelled three of them.

FRED: Teacher, does neatness count on that test we just took?
TEACHER: Yes, it does.
FRED: Then I should get a high mark because I didn’t write anything on the paper.

FRED: Teacher, how did I do on yesterday’s spelling test?
TEACHER: Let’s put it this way; do you know how to spell “F”?

I got a 60 on my Map Skills test.
That’s not bad for a kid who wasn’t allowed to cross the street until just a few years ago.