Takes me back to the days of studying, studying to take the test. I was 18 so I just missed being automatically a citizen when my parents naturalized. My dad and I were so worried about my mother though we knew how good at test-taking she is. Our anxiety was high. The officious tester-guy was so cold to me and dad and super warm to mom. I passed by the skin of my teeth, I think it was 75, though I'd been here since 3rd grade. My dad got 80-something. My mome got 100%. Officious tester-guy gave dad and I one of the smuggest looks I've ever received 
and we deserved it.
I just thought it was nothing but paperwork and a bother from time out of life. The day of the ceremony, the room was packed and every single body in there cried so hard. People hugging each other who didn't even know one another. It's one of the unexpected happiest days of my life.
I don't remember receiving one of those letters from Pres. Carter. Maybe I did. I'll have to check with mom.
Heartfelt K&R! Thanks, Sheshe2 for reminding me why my parents came here. I certainly do forget the tolerance part but never, ever the rest 
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