Does This Make Sense to Anybody?

  I have a primo example of how stupid my school is. Or maybe they're just mean. I haven't quite figured it out yet.
  Anyway, a few months ago they were absolutely bugging out, going crazy, telling us that we HAD to take the practice PSAT they were offering--for just fifty-something bucks, I think--to guarantee a successful future. We HAD to take it, otherwise, we would fail miserably at everything else we tried to do and would end up broke and on heroin and dead by the time we were seventeen (some of us are seventeen NOW. That didn't seem to matter to them, though). It was all, "Academic progress insures your future duh duh duh duh duh. Blah, blah, broke, dead, on drugs, yada yada." So a bunch of the weaker, easily-influenced kids ponyed up the money and took it at seven-thirty on a Saturday morning, a time that does not actually exist to us, bring your own pencils and calculators. And then they were all reassured, because, sure, they were out fifty bucks--more, I think--and they had wasted a Saturday morning, but they sure as heck wouldn't end up dead in a gutter with a needle sticking out of their arm if they got a B on this thing.
  Jeez. And they say peer pressure is bad?
  And then, two weeks later, the county college offers another practice one.
  For free this time.
  Now, can anybody out there please explain to me what the freak that is? The school couldn't have waited two weeks and let us know about it? I mean, when it came time for it, we got one flyer about the free one and that was it. They absolutely inundated us with information about theirs. What are they, insecure or something? The poor little kid on the playground who has no friends, and sells you candy after school for a dollar before you can find out that they sell it for fifty cents at the store next door, then takes your money and runs? What is that, people?  
  By-the-by, I didn't take it. I think that means I have only a few more years to live. It was nice blogging to you all.