Kinda funny story though: while some of the other test takers and I were waiting outside the test room, the proctor (who was Hispanic) came out. I just happened to be standing next to another Hispanic guy, and he came over to us and said, "Hey, you look like you're from Puerto Rico, you have that face." I assumed he was just talking to the guy standing next to me, who he replied that he was Puerto Rican. I didn't say anything and I didn't think anything of it. Then when I was admitted inside the test room (which was crazy, they only let us in one at a time and they fingerprinted us and took our pictures and we were videotaped during the test), the proctor was speaking in a very low voice because the people admitted before me had already started their test (it's computerized so you don't have to wait for anyone). He put a sign in sheet in front of me with a big X next to where I was supposed to sign my name. He said something as he did that, but it was so quiet I didn't hear him and I just signed my name. Turns out, he was speaking to me in Spanish, and my implicit obedience with his command to sign the paper reinforced his idea that I understood. He proceeded to give me my entire pre-test briefing in Spanish. I was too embarrassed to stop him. The directions were easy to follow, so I just let him hablar.
After I took the test and drove home, I got to my place at about 6:00PM. I just crashed on the bed and when I woke up it was 7:30AM. 30 days until my inner peace is either heightened or shattered when my scores come out.