He wasn't even "Super" yet: How Mario Bros. helped me pass the PSSA's.
Back in the summer of 2001, I was a little tyke about to start his 11th grade school year. That was the year that the Nintendo Game Boy Advance (GBA) was released, which I bought with the money I had made umpiring little league baseball games.
If you 're a Nintendo fan, or even a hater, you most likely know that the Big N loves to re-release their classic games. The GBA saw that right away, as Nintendo started to release the classic Super Mario games onto their new handheld.
The
Super Mario Advance series re-released four of the Italian plumber's old side scrollers.
Super Mario Bros. 2,
World,
World 2: Yoshi's Island, and
Super Mario Bros. 3 all came out under the SMA banner. While these games would have been worth the price of admission by themselves, all of the titles also included an updated version of the classic 1983 arcade game
Mario Bros.
The best part about the included Mario Bros. game was that you and three friends could link GBA's together and play a four player match. The rules in multiplayer were simple. Basically, with every enemy that was defeated, coins entered the arena. Whoever had the most coins by the end of the match won.
Fast forward a few months, and my friends and I are playing multiplayer matches during lunch everyday. It was an obsession. I'm not sure if we ever had four players, but I know we at least had three players. Three was more than enough for some chaos. Little did we know that a real-life state of chaos was looming in the form of the PSSA's.
The PSSA's stand for
Pennsylvania System of School Assessment. They're standardized tests that students have to take, involving subjects like reading, writing, and math. Standardized tests have been around for years, but I'm almost positive my graduating class was the first to take the PSSA's (this form of them, at the very least).
The reading and math tests went as expected. I did very well on the reading, and failed the math one horribly. I had to take it two more times before I finally got it. I've always been bad at math.
However, the writing assessment is where things got interesting. It consisted of just a single essay. You just had to write something about the subject that they gave you. The essay topic that I received was something along the lines of this:
"What challenges in your everyday life do you have to overcome?"
You may not realize this if you actually read this blog, but if I do one thing well on this Earth, it's writing. Writing has always came naturally to me. However, sometimes it is difficult to get going. Your mind shuts down and you have no idea what to write about. That's what hit me for about ten minutes that day.
As I sat there, staring at the blank piece of paper, pondering about which direction I would take this essay, one thing kept popping into my head: Mario Bros. "No," I thought. "I'm NOT writing about that. The person grading my paper will laugh at me."
The pressure mounted. Five minutes later and all I had on the paper was my name and the date. Finally, with great trepidation, I put pencil to stationary and started breaking down the various challenges that I faced every lunch hour while playing a game that was, essentially, two years older than me.
I talked about the
Fighter Flies. How you had to time your jump just right to hit them. I mentioned the
Sidesteppers. How you had to make sure you had the space to hit them twice so you could knock them over. Whoever eventually graded my paper knew all about how the platforms in the game eventually turned to ice; and how
Spinies are the easiest enemy to defeat (just don't let them get back up again...).
If you're a good writer, you know when you've written something stellar. By the end of that essay, I had a good feeling that I had hit it out of the park. My fellow classmates, however, didn't share that sentiment. When I let everyone know that I had written about such a "childish" topic as Mario Bros., a lot of them let me have it.
"You were supposed to write about things you face in your actual life, not about a video game! You're going to fail and have to take it again!!"
That's the kind of stuff I heard, but I didn't care. I stood by my essay. Months later, my stand would be completely validated.
It wasn't until the next school year that we got our grades back. I was awful in Math, and around the 89-92 percentile in reading. That meant that I was better than 92% of my graduating class in that particular subject. So, what kind of a grade did I get for my essay? The same essay that my "friends" said I would fail miserably?
Ah, just a measly 96%.
So yes, in a way, Mario helped me pass a test back in high school. You can add that to his rap sheet. Right under "pretty much single-handedly the reason video games exist in the form they do today."
Thanks, big guy.