I called my father last night to get my ass kicked because I love pain like that and when he heard that I was considering a neato journalism program back in beloved Gotham, he told me in his gentle New York way, "Now or never. You're not getting any younger," adding that all the aches and pains I feel these days are only going to get worse by the time I'm his age.
Me: But the deadline is in one month!
Dad: So what? Did you go to Harvard or not? Show me that Harvard brain!
So the GRE's. In one week. "Maybe it'll be easy," I promise myself, and stay up until 4 a.m. listening to Twilight on my iPod.
This morning I arise too early with the fear of Dad in my heart and jump right onto the ETS page. I take one look at the practice math problems and my eyes roll back into my head.
Then I realize that I was actually looking at "Helpful Facts About Algebra" and not the questions.
::square smile::
I'm going to go call my dad again for some more house of pain.
2 comments:
Twilight should definitely help.
The GRE was the single most humiliating event of my life. I managed to skate through college without having to take but one self-led math course (Trig, I think) in my freshman year - so when I took the GRE 6 yrs out of college it was pathetic. Or so I thought, anyway. You get your score (except for the writing sample) instantly and I thought I'd fared so poorly (as I'd gotten a 1400 on the SAT, also a 1600 test like the GRE, and now faced a 1200) that I called the grad school program coordinator I was applying to and said, "Dare I even bother to continue applying?" When I told him my score, he laughed and said, "You're well above our cutoff score - perfectionist, much?" Hahah....
You'll get through it, I'm sure. Just make sure to have plenty of booze to medicate with afterwards, lol.
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