The AP test for Statistics was terrible beyond all comprehension.  The multiple choice was pretty easy, but the free response was anthrax in math form.  In case you were wondering about the horrible screams of pain echoing across the land, they originiated from those of us unfortunate souls trying to answer questions asking for various paramaters and statistics that I'm pretty sure the exam writers just made up based on their favorite book characters names put into an anagram generator.  Imagine being trapped in a room by the sadistic dictator of some dirtball country with no concept of human rights and being given a sheet with football scores and the script to the musical Cats.  With this information you are commanded to calculate the probability of each of three sections of the roof falling on you within twenty minutes.  Of course, none of the information is remotely useful so you just hum Can't Buy Me Love to yourself for nineteen minutes and then hastily pick a section to stand under that you hope won't fall.  Right before you are crushed, you have just enough time to appreciate the irony in the fact that all three sections are falling.  That's what the test was like.